I have heard your apologies.
But after hearing them, I solemnly tell you that I will not accept them.
I will never accept an apology from someone like you.
Because I don't care for it."
After saying this, she smirked evilly, "Zenia Yates, listen well, I understand Hunter Warren better than you think.
Do you think you now own the whole world?
I'm telling you, it's all fake.
I can't wait to see how happy the marriage you earned by betraying your best friend will be."
Faye Townsend threw her phone fiercely to the ground after hanging up.
She wrapped herself tightly with a blanket.
Why did it have to be Zenia Yates? She couldn't accept it.
She wanted revenge; she wanted to fiercely throw back the pain they had given her.
She swore she would never forgive this pair of unfaithful lovers for the rest of her life.
Faye Townsend sat up and thought about Oliver Turner, whom she had encountered in the elevator just now, her eyes narrowing slightly.
What is the best way to get revenge on a faithless man?
She seemed to have an idea.
At 6:30 in the morning, Faye Townsend paced back and forth at the elevator entrance.
Around eight o'clock, Oliver Turner emerged from the presidential suite on the east side.
Seeing Faye pacing by the elevator, he raised an eyebrow and walked over nonchalantly.
The elevator doors opened, and Faye Townsend followed him inside.
Just like last night, the two went up together, and now they went down together.
The elevator was empty, now was a good opportunity.
Faye Townsend turned to look at Oliver Turner.
She took a deep breath, this was her only lifeline, and she had to grasp it tightly.
"Director Turner, last night you addressed me as Miss Townsend, so you must recognize me.
I am the famous abandoned woman from Anchester yesterday, Hunter Warren's ex-wife, Faye Townsend."
"What a pity, I only know Anchester's most beautiful socialite, Faye Townsend.
It seems I have missed something these last few days."
Oliver Turner's tone was not cold.
Faye Townsend smirked: "Thank you for your kindness, I want to make a deal with you, I wonder if I could talk to you privately."
Oliver Turner looked at his watch: "Can we talk in twenty minutes?"
Faye Townsend was unexpectedly pleased, he didn't object.
"Then join me for breakfast."
He brought her to the hotel restaurant and personally ordered breakfast for her.
"I hope this suits your taste."
Faye Townsend looked down: "I'm not picky."
Sitting opposite Oliver Turner, Faye Townsend felt psychologically pressured.
During the years of adoring Hunter Warren, she had always had a bad impression of Oliver Turner.
She had even cursed in her room before for Oliver Turner to go bankrupt.
Now, she had to negotiate with a man she disliked, the psychological pressure was imaginable.
Seeing she remained silent, Oliver Turner checked his watch again: "You still have fifteen minutes."
"You and Hunter Warren are sworn enemies, right?
I can help you strike at Hunter Warren, but you need to help me save the Townsend Family."
"This deal does not seem beneficial for me." Oliver Turner spoke lightly, as if discussing a transaction.
"Hunter and I are both businessmen.
The so-called sworn enemies are only in terms of business.
We are currently operating different industries peacefully.
There is no need for any confrontation.
Unless, you can propose a significantly better condition that interests me."
After speaking, Oliver Turner elegantly wiped his mouth and placed the white napkin on the table.
"If you think of a better condition, come find me tonight at room 1601.