The people here are all on Cheyenne’s side, and Adrian, who had a grudge against Sophie, would not speak up for her.
Sophie stood alone in place, her eyes wide open but no one helped her.
Even someone came to watch the show.
The sound of high heels walking on the road was clear and rhythmic. The person coming wore a signature red dress. From afar, you could tell who she was.
Gracie briefly glanced at Sophie’s face with a mocking tone in her voice.
“Your face will rot if you don’t take action soon.”
“Of course, unless you don’t care.”
How could she not care?
After Gracie finished speaking, Sophie turned around solemnly and left.
Before leaving, she also left a harsh word, “Don’t think I don’t know that you guys are on the same side. Gracie and Cheyenne, remember this. I will definitely seek revenge for today’s grudges!”
“Hehe… then sharpen your knife quickly because this little girl is very cunning and can slip away at any time.”
Gracie didn’t even put her threat in her eyes. As Sophie’s former mentor who taught all of Sophie’s skills herself, Gracie knew exactly her abilities.
The Walsh family in Onistead.
Kate woke up to find herself lying in a gorgeous yet unfamiliar room.
Looking at the strange roof above her head made Kate feel confused as she remembered passing out earlier before losing consciousness completely. How did she end up here?
Where was this place?
Just as Kate felt puzzled by it all, a familiar deep voice suddenly sounded above her head.
At the sound of his voice, Kate couldn’t help but tear up with teary eyes.
It was him!
That name which she had prepared to forget about.
Master Glenn turned around; his familiar tone of voice along with his scent and gaze tugged at Kate’s heartstrings.
His slightly cool fingers pinched onto Kate’s chin as he spoke in an equally cool tone, “What? Is this what happens when you try so hard to leave me?”
There were hints of reluctance and guilt within his gaze when he looked into Kate’s tearful eyes causing him to soften inside.
With bitter laughter, he said, “Sometimes I really don’t know whether I’m angry at you or myself.”
As soon as those words fell from his lips, he suddenly embraced Kate tightly once again.
He declared firmly into her ear, “Kate, I love you!”
His voice was like fireworks exploding in her heart, leaving her dumbfounded and lost in thought. She looked up to meet his long and affectionate gaze, her lips slightly parted as she spoke the words of longing.
“Master Glenn.”
“You’re so silly,” he replied.
The next day, Kate woke up to an empty room. The scattered clothes on the floor and dried marks on the black sheets were evidence of their wild night together. Her waist still ached, and her legs didn’t feel like they belonged to her anymore. Her fair skin was covered in bruises and hand prints – even on the inside of her thighs and ankles!
Kate struggled out of bed, clutching at the covers for support as she made her way into his bathroom. His house was decorated with black marble everywhere; it was luxurious yet empty. Except a glass cup and toothbrush on top of the sink counter and a towel hanging from a hook on one wall, there wasn’t anything else around.
Her clothes had been torn apart by him last night; now she needed a shower but had nothing clean to wear afterward. Kate opened his closet door searching for something suitable – all she found were white shirts paired with various suit jackets. After rummaging through them all, she settled on wearing a light blue striped shirt instead.
She soaked herself in warm water until most of the pain subsided before getting out again.
As she walked through the living room after coming out of the bathroom, Kate frowned at the floor littered with melon seeds and beer bottles. It was a clear sign of a bachelor’s living condition. Despite feeling a bit tired, her cleanliness obsession couldn’t tolerate staying in such an environment.
She quickly tied her hair up in a bun and rolled up her sleeves to start cleaning. She threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine, swept the floor, and tidied up the sofa. After all the work, she felt even more tired, despite having just taken a shower.
Deciding to take a short nap in the bedroom, she knew she would have to leave when Master Glenn returned because she had classes the next day. However, she couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit reluctant. Lost in her thoughts, she quickly drifted off to sleep.
In her deep slumber, she didn’t even hear the sound of the door opening. At the entrance, a tall and elegant woman appeared. She wore a white camisole dress, had long wavy brown hair, and her face was adorned with exquisite makeup, radiating a mature and intellectual aura.
Upon entering the room, the woman was clearly surprised to see how clean it was. She had thought that Master Glenn was home and called out a couple of times.
“Glenn? Are you home?”
No one responded. What’s going on?
Then she noticed that Master Glenn’s room door wasn’t locked, so she curiously took a peek and walked slowly towards it in her high heels.
As she pushed open the door, a figure lying asleep on the bed caught her eye. The woman first froze for a moment before walking over angrily.
She gritted her teeth as she looked at this stunningly beautiful girl who had Kate’s shirt unbuttoned at the top due to heat, revealing kiss marks on her fair collarbone.
She knew what this meant.
Was this the woman Glenn slept with?
Who gave her permission?
She didn’t look like anything special. What did he see in her anyway?
Driven by jealousy, she reached out and grabbed onto the girl’s arm before pulling her off of the bed. Her voice coldly interrogated, “Who are you? Why are you in Glenn’s bed?”
Kate woke up from all of this commotion.
Her eyes half-opened sleepily as they gazed at the woman standing before them with clear confusion, “Are you talking about Master Glenn?”
“Don’t play dumb! You look so young; how can you be so shameless? Who let you wear his clothes? Take them off now!”
The enraged woman reached out and forcefully grabbed Kate’s clothes, causing the neckline to slide down significantly. The young girl’s smooth and fair shoulders were covered in bruises, indicating just how intense the previous night had been.
Kate finally snapped out of her daze, covering her clothes with one hand as she assessed the woman in front of her. She parted her lips and spoke, “Excuse me, ma’ma, but it’s not appropriate to resort to physical aggression. Knocking on the door before entering is basic courtesy, isn’t it?”
“With your impulsive and rude behavior, you really are ugly.”
As soon as the words left Kate’s mouth, the woman became even angrier, glaring at her in response.