Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 47

He stared blankly at her from above.

Alvera bit her lip, her eyes reddening. "No, I was wrong, you have no conscience. You're just the same as them."

Roland got off her and sat beside her on the sofa.

Both of them fell silent.

She stood up, draped her torn dress around her, then looked at him. 

"Roland, I've been in prison, but not everyone who has been in prison is bad. Since you've decided that we should hurt each other like this, then fine. I would like to see how much you want me to regret being with you."

She took a deep breath and turned to go upstairs.

After hearing the sound of her door closing, he grabbed the glass on the coffee table and smashed them against the ground.

He felt no satisfaction in punishing her. 

Instead, he was distressed by the obstinate facade that she used to hide her sadness.

She was always like this. It was so easy for her to make him feel heartbroken.

Alvera went back to her room, went into the bathroom and took a rigorous bath.

Just this morning, she was grateful that he let her go, but he gave her a vivid lesson on why she should not do that just now.

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If a man has no favourable opinion on you, even his salvation becomes a weapon to harm you.

How many times had they done this to her?

For some unknown reason, this contractual marriage seemed to have changed.

She should have known that it would be dangerous to provoke a man she could not control.

The next morning, Alvera got up early and left the house.

She took a bus to the Superior Group to get her car, then drove to work.

Roland started the morning with a bad mood because he did not see her when he got up. 

Halfway through the morning, Terry knocked on the door of his office. "Boss, Mr. Antoine is here."

Roland's expression turned cold. "Get him out."

He was still talking when Antoine pushed his way in. "Roland, you haven't given me a reply when I asked for a job here."

"If you were me, would you let me work here?"

"Roland, I really need a job. I don't want to go overseas anymore."

"You just want to stay here for Alvera Earhart, don't you?"

"You don't love her," Antoine clenched his fists, "but I do."

"Whether I love her or not is none of your business. I don't care whether you love her or not either. I'm just going to remind you that you better leave her alone if you don't want her to suffer at my hands."

"She was my first love. You know how unforgettable first loves are. Why are you forcing me to forget about her?"

Roland slammed his hand on the table hard and said, "Antoine Francois, it's not your place to tell me what to do. Know who you are."

"Who I am... what's wrong with who I am? I'm also part of the Francois family. Why can't I work in the family business?"

Roland sneered. "Then I'll show you how worthless you are to the Francois family. Terry, call security and throw him out."

Terry nodded and stepped forward. After a quick apology, he took him by the arm and forced him out of the office.

Antoine was pushed out of the door and the security guard stopped him from entering again. He refused to leave and stood at the door of the company, waiting.

At noon, Alvera headed downstairs for lunch with Patrick. They were having an engaging conversation, so it was too late to hide when she spotted Antoine at the door.

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"Alvera!"

Patrick looked at her and smirked. "Boyfriend? He's quite handsome."

Alvera replied with an awkward smile, "No, just a former classmate. Patrick, why don't you go ahead and have your lunch first? We can eat together some other day."

"Okay, you go ahead with your business."

After Patrick left, Alvera walked over to Antoine and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Antoine grabbed her wrist. "Alvera, my brother refused to let me work in the company, and you refused to leave with me. I can only wait for you here every day so that you will come back to me."

"Why are you doing this? Didn't I make myself clear?"

"Don't you feel sorry for us? We had such a beautiful relationship, why should we end it?"

"We had... you know it's in the past. Why can't you just let the past be the past?"