Hello, Mr. Brent

Emily said solemnly, "Mr. Brent, forgive me. You can really take it as if it never happened, and indeed I have long forgotten. You have money, face, class, and manner. Just one look could make millions of girls fall for you. Unfortunately, I don't think I have the luck. So, please... Find someone else!"

"So, you're rejecting me. Do you think I'm interested in you?" Franklin leaned back a little and asked sarcastically with one hand tapping on the table.

"Wasn't it?" Emily thought to herself.

She pursed her lips and said awkwardly, "If not, that's the best. Sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm too presumptuous."

"Is that all? Who do you think I am?" Franklin suddenly got up and leaned forward, looking down at her, his gaze hooded, his eyes darkening. He's breathing harder than usual, and she stopped breathing altogether with him.

"So what?" Emily asked in a daze.

Franklin sneered, leaving her with a meaningful look, and then got up and left

yet?!" When Emily saw that he was leaving, she

from behind and bumped into his

I'm sorry." Emily

what are you doing? Playing cat and

It's a shame to waste

seen such a woman before. She was so stupid... so stupid that she made him want to knock her head open to see what was

held her at arm's length, and the one thing he could think

her eyes and wailed in her heart,

"Let me go."

Franklin away as hard as she