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Emily Walker paused for a long time, then finally regained her thoughts, “Of course not, why would I care about her existence?” She asked him back.
Camila Walker is his fiancee, and she has nothing to do with her. How could she possibly care about her existence?
Upon hearing this, Baron Stuart’s deep eyes suddenly darkened.
If she didn’t care, why was she so fiercely opposed to being the mistress?
“Then why won’t you stay by my side obediently?” Baron Stuart asked again.
Hearing this, Emily felt like laughing. How many women in this world would be willing to stay by a man’s side as a mistress?
Perhaps there are many such women, but who would be content with being a hidden mistress? Who doesn’t want to become the rightful wife?
Baron Stuart also thought so. Not to be narcissistic, but countless women flocked to him like moths to a flame, even if they were only mistresses or lovers.
“The reason I don’t want to stay by your side is because…” Emily spoke urgently but stuttered, then continued, “is because… I don’t like you.”
Yes, she doesn’t like him, which is why she is unwilling to stay by his side.
After saying this, Emily secretly told herself in her heart.
However, upon hearing her last sentence, Baron Stuart’s expression suddenly turned solemn.
He stared at her silently for a long time, then finally let go of her hand and slowly spat out one word, “Get lost.”
He lowered his gaze without looking at Emily again, his face cold and indifferent, devoid of warmth, like a corner of an iceberg.
Seeing his suddenly cooling face, Emily hesitated for a moment, somewhat puzzled.
Did she say something wrong? Why had this man suddenly become so cold, like an iceberg?
He had just asked her to stay by his side, but now he was nonchalantly telling her to get lost.
She’d get lost, gladly.
Without saying anything further, Emily glanced at him and then turned around, leaving without any hesitation.
Baron Stuart kept his head down, clearly in a terrible mood.
At this time, Clayton Howard, who had been waiting not far away, saw Emily come out but didn’t see his young master. He couldn’t help but be suspicious and walked towards the direction she had come from.
“Sister, are you alright?” Wallace Carter, who was very attentive, saw at a glance that his sister’s eyes were red from crying. He was worried that she had been wronged somehow.
Emily came over and looked at her brother and Adrian Nash, forcing a weak smile, “I’m fine.’
After saying this, she couldn’t help but look back. At this time, Baron Stuart and Clayton Howard were walking out from the corner.
Clayton Howard followed behind Baron Stuart, and when he saw the fresh blood staining his light blue shirt, he couldn’t help but open his eyes wide in astonishment.
“Young Master, your wound…”
Baron Stuart remained silent, just with a cold face as he walked towards the black Bentley, not even glancing at Emily standing nearby, as if she had become a stranger to him within a second.
Because the angle between them was from the side, Emily did not see the wound on his back.
Clayton Howard looked at the silent young master, then at Emily not far away, not knowing what the tangle between them was.
Emily, too, was confused and puzzled by Baron Stuart’s sudden coldness. Watching him walk into the black Bentley without looking back, she lowered her gaze, turned to her brother and Adrian Nash.
After that, the three of them got into the white Porsche..