Primo Jones saw Gwen Fox’s car before he went upstairs, and he didn’t know if Yolanda Taylor had seen it, but she didn’t look away and didn’t mention it, so he thought he had seen it and didn’t see it.
But he couldn’t ignore it.
From the apartment, Primo Jones walked directly to Gwen Fox’s car.
The car window was half open, inside Gwen Fox was smoking a cigarette, when he saw him walking over, the expression on his face didn’t change much, just a pair of black eyes were cold as hell.
“Young Master Fox, long time no see.”
Primo Jones looked at him and teased a small smile at the corner of his lips.
Gwen Fox narrowed her eyes a bit, “What do you want?”
The two were not considered true rivals, after all, in this world, there were no absolute enemies, when interests were relevant, they were friends.
The friction between FG and BEST Group had always been not small, but there hadn’t been any major conflicts.
No matter what, the two people on the surface of the peace or to have.
This was the first time Gwen Fox had questioned so directly and hostilely, Primo Jones heard it and directly laughed: ”Isn’t that a bit of an evil thing for Young Master Fox to say? Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question?”
As he said that, he paused for a moment, “No matter what exactly happened between the two of you and Yolanda, but now Yolanda is already my fiancée, and she will marry me next month, Young Master Fox this behavior of yours right now has already caused a great deal of trouble for me and my fiancée.”
Primo Jones said the words “my fiancée” in every sentence, causing a dull ache in Gwen Fox’s heart.
He flicked the ash from his hand, “I wonder when President Jones became such a devious little man.”
“I think this word is more appropriate to describe Young Master Fox!”
The two men had a word for each other, and the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger.
Toward the end, the layer of glass between the two was finally shattered, and Primo Jones was pissed off, “Gwen Fox, I’m warning you, you stay away from Yolanda!”
“I’m warning you too Primo Jones, you better stay away from her!”
“Fuck, Gwen Fox you really do deserve a beating!”
Primo Jones couldn’t help but curse, his face going wild with rage.
“So coincidentally, I think you owe a beating too!”
After saying that, he finished the last puff of his cigarette, then pushed open the car door and got out of the car.
Primo Jones made the first move, inside the parking lot in the late fall and late night was silent, occasionally people passed by and saw these two men fighting with deadly force, no one dared to talk them out of it.
No one can not get the upper hand, are raised from childhood to the people, boxing and kicking is still there.
The gossip reporter in the distance was prettily recording video and taking pictures, but Gwen Fox saw the camera head.
He raised his hand and clasped Primo Jones’ hand, “If you don’t want to be on the news with me tomorrow, I advise you to stop now!”
Primo Jones gritted his teeth, stopped his hand, grabbed a can on the side of the trash can and threw it at the camera man.
“With a clang, the can hit the gossip reporter’s camera and then fell to the ground.
The gossip reporter’s hand was smashed to the point of raw pain, huffed, and the camera in his hand fell to the ground.
He yelped and reached down to retrieve the camera, but Gwen Fox had already picked it up before him.
Gwen Fox found the clip from earlier and looked at it, “Nice shot.”
He said this without a half-expression on his face, and after he finished speaking, he raised his hand and smashed the camera.
Primo Jones stood and watched him from a distance, raised his hand to touch the corner of his sore mouth, and turned around to go back to the car.
This night’s drama except for the three parties involved no one knows, Primo Jones has just returned to the car, just ready to start the car, Yolanda Taylor’s message sent over, asking him to return to the home yet.
He picked up his cell phone and returned a voice: “No, still on the road, you take your medicine and go to bed early.”
The other end of the Yolanda Taylor did not return to him, after taking the medicine Yolanda Taylor quickly fell asleep, she also did not know in her own downstairs just now two men for her fight, also do not know Gwen Fox at this time is standing in front of their own home.
Of course, if she had known, she would have called the police.
It was already cold in Borden City in the middle of November, and winter was just around the corner.
Gwen Fox reached into her pocket for a cigarette, but the carton she found was empty.
He glanced at the closed door in front of him, knowing that Yolanda Taylor was inside, but he didn’t ring the bell again.
She’d said she’d call the police again, too, if he bothered her again.
Yolanda Taylor was like that, she could pour her heart out when she was nice, but once she didn’t want to be nice to you anymore, after she took it back, you were no better than a stranger.
At least if a stranger was hurt, she’d probably help with the wound, but if she actually saw him hurt, she’d probably clap her hands.
The night was as dark as his heart, and he couldn’t see anything anymore.
Gwen Fox stood there for about ten minutes, no sound half-heard from inside the house, before he finally turned and left.
Yolanda Taylor woke up at 4:00 a. m., thirsty, and got up to drink a glass of water that wasn’t enough, so she drank another glass.
The nightlight inside her room barely illuminated the stairs, and she wasn’t paying attention when she got to the penultimate step, tripping over her foot and falling straight ahead.
Fortunately she was going up the stairs, not down.
The water inside the cup spilled onto the carpet, and she lay there on her back watching the water slowly blend into the carpet, only after a long time did she pick up the cup again and turn around to go down the stairs again.
This time, she turned on the big light in the living room on the first floor, filled the water and did not go upstairs, sat on the sofa and sipped it.
She couldn’t help but frown when her eyes fell on the coffee table, the black velvet box on it looking very familiar.
Yolanda Taylor reached out and took it, opening it up to see that it held the mermaid tear necklace she had donated only a short while ago.
She was so angry that her hands were shaking, and after she closed the box with a snap, she threw it against the wall.
However, the box reappeared on the floor and rolled to her feet, hitting the toes of her shoes, and she subconsciously shrunk her toes a little.
She looked down at the box as it rolled back, and suddenly a tear fell onto the black velvet surface.
Yolanda Taylor was stunned for a moment, and after realizing that she had actually cried, she hastily drew a tissue to cover her eyes.
This mermaid tear was probably left behind by Gwen Fox last night, she said she didn’t want it and she didn’t want it, but he had to throw it back to her, just like that three year relationship, she gave up, but he told her he was going to stick with it!
He’s not playing her, what is he doing? It’s despicable!
It was then and it was now, after all these years, Gwen Fox was still doing things the same overbearing and selfish way!
Yolanda Taylor closed her eyes, picked up the box, pulled open the drawer on the side of that coffee table and put it in.
Never mind, just leave it there, until she forgot.