What surprised me was that Brent was actually angry.
After that day, not only did he refuse my breakfast and afternoon tea, he didn't even reply to my texts anymore.
In just a few days, rumors spread on the 20th and 22nd floors that Brent was planning to dump me.
What was worse was that I saw Brent more than once with another woman in the passenger seat.
What's going on, just getting tired of the old?
I was lost for a whole week.
My two close friends called me every night to comfort me. Lucy couldn't stand my lifeless expression and cursed.
"Evelyn, it's not like you've truly fallen in love with him. Since he doesn't seem to want you anymore, then part ways amicably. After all, you've got his money anyway."
I can't help but sigh because Lucy's words are worth more than ten years of
