If a person loses even the value of being 'used'.
Then, for this person, merely standing in this world becomes difficult.
Her everything, her future, her life, her all... is finished.
Audrey Wood stared blankly ahead, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.
But it was not regret.
Hate Aurelia Shaw, hate Mason Nightshade, hate Sophie Nye, hate Nancy Carter, hate Eleanor Spencer... hate these upper-class people; it's clearly their fault, yet she has to pay the price.
Clearly... she was just a little greedy.
But no matter how much Audrey tried to justify herself, it was all in vain. Aurelia's last words, her last look, had shattered the last shred of hope in her heart.
Audrey Wood, she was done for.
Seeing Aurelia leave, Mason followed, as if a tail was wagging happily behind him.
Grayson Quinn irritably ruffled his hair.
He came to watch the drama unfold.
But instead of being a free laborer, he ended up getting treated like a lonely dog.
No sense of accomplishment at all!
He glanced at the glass of wine on the table, picked it up, and walked over to Audrey Wood, tilting the glass to pour the red wine over her head.
He sneered, "I don't like drinking spoiled wine. It's just a pity for this bottle of good wine."
He put down the glass, pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, and casually tossed the tissue onto Audrey Wood, chuckling softly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked out.
In the dim private room, only Audrey Wood was left, kneeling stiffly.
The waiter snorted at her.
Offending such big figures, even in this line of work, it's tough to continue.
Aurelia was walking in front, Mason followed behind, maintaining a two-step distance, when Aurelia sped up, Mason sped up; when Aurelia slowed down, Mason slowed down.
In any case, they always kept a two-step distance.
Neither far nor close.
Grayson watched from behind, imagining he could see the tail wagging behind Mason, dropping forlornly, hanging limp.
He secretly took a photo and added some poetic words to it, posting it on social media.
"Love makes people haggard, oh you who have fallen into the river of love, you are all sacrifices to love."
As soon as the post was published, dozens of replies popped up instantly, all asking, "Is that the sister-in-law and the Colonel? What happened to them? Did the Colonel get dumped?" and so on.
Grayson looked at the ever-increasing red notification dot below the post, with a satisfied curve at the corner of his mouth, a fox-like sly and pleased smile in his eyes.
He stuffed his phone into his pocket and once again "vanished" offline.
Unaware, a faintly worded reply in the feed instantly ignited another wave of public scolding directed at Grayson.
Junia Simpson: "Give it a rest, don't block my view of other friends' updates. How many times have people been tricked by Grayson, yet still take the bait."
A word to awaken the dreamer!
Only then did everyone realize that Grayson had disappeared again!
The group shifted from inquiries to bombarding Grayson's WeChat, hurling all sorts of profanity at him.
Because there was no parking space nearby, Grayson parked pretty far away.
The group walked a bit before finally reaching the parked vehicle.
Aurelia glanced back at the man who had followed along, seemingly, his car wasn't parked here, right? But she couldn't be bothered with him, conveniently she could discuss the divorce with him again later.
Mason didn't know Aurelia's thoughts, his mind was entirely consumed with thoughts of her; he hadn't had a proper chance to see her these past few days, realizing he couldn't take his eyes off her.
He wanted to see clearly and remember every expression, every glance, and demeanor of hers made his heart race, pounding violently since a moment ago.