"But, Isabelle Nightingale, I’ll let you have Benjamin Grant..." Eva Nightingale glanced at the pile of condoms on the floor and mocked, "Otherwise, you won’t need to bring so many... condoms."
She wasn’t afraid of being screwed to death by a man on the bed.
"Eva Nightingale, you bitch, how dare you humiliate me..."
"Benjamin is mine, the only one, we are true love! What do you mean by letting him go to me? In this day and age, isn’t it all about using your abilities to win a man?"
"The cheap one is you..."
As Isabelle insulted her, tears fell down like raindrops. Having failed to hit Eva, she was the one pushed to the ground, nearly twisting her ankle off!!
She was determined to settle this score with interest.
She had to find a way to get a hold of the video of Eva rolling in bed with a man and expose it to make her unable to lift her head ever again.
Let everyone see how shameless she is under a man.
Then, she would become the sole heir of the Nightingale Family, and all the assets under Clan Nightingale would be hers, no longer a share for Eva.
She got up with a limp, teary-eyed as she looked at the pile of top-brand cosmetics on the ground.
The hatred in her heart surged like a tidal wave...
Eva returned to the banquet hall, mingling with the crowd.
It wasn’t until one o’clock in the morning that she left. After all, it was a cocktail party, and she drank quite a bit. Although she could hold her liquor, her face was flush red at this moment.
Feeling agitated, she lit a cigarette and put it in her mouth as she walked forward.
Just as she reached the hotel corner, smoking, she bumped right into a firm chest. The familiar male hormones, with strong aggressiveness, invaded her nostrils.
This wall of flesh left her stunned!
Before she could look up, the cigarette in her hand was snatched away. He took a deep drag and then bent down to seal her tender lips.
The swirling smoke wafted into her mouth.
Between her lips and teeth was the scent of male hormones mingled with a touch of tobacco.
For a moment, she was dazed, her beautiful pupils reflecting the man’s unparalleled handsome face.
He wore a deadpan expression, coldly commanding, "Be good, no more smoking from now on."
Who allowed her to smoke?
Did she have a leave form signed by him?
It’s bad for her health for one, and in the future, they were to have kids; smoking was not good, understood?
He seldom smiled, a coldness enveloping him like eternal ice, making people steer clear.
"Hmm... Do you despise me?" Caught by him on the spot, she honestly felt guilty.
"What do you think?" he spoke up.
Usually not good with alcohol, she hadn’t drunk much tonight, but staring at him, she could clearly see two reflections.
She wasn’t sure if it was a hallucination.
She felt as if the man standing in front of her was a terrible calamity, capable of destroying heaven and earth.
She felt that his coldness was overwhelming and stepped back immediately: "Umm... I’m going home..."
Following a woman’s intuition, she shouldn’t get too close to him, dangerous.
"Where are you going?" He reached out and grabbed his little wife.
Having waited for her so long, the first thing his wife did upon seeing him, after snatching a kiss, was plan to run?
"I..." She paused, her gaze falling onto his long, fair hand, gripping her so tightly it was nearly crushing her.
Clearly, his skin was cold, yet she felt herself heating up unconsciously...
Her mouth dry, she licked her lips, raising her eyes to look at him.
Under the dim lighting, his features were deep and handsome, the contours beautifully defined, like a masterpiece crafted by God.
His thin lips parted slightly: "I came to pick you up, how are you going to thank me?"