Chapter 33
I maintained my composure as Vermon shook his head with a sneer. He said, “Let me give you some advice, Joshua Drop any inappropriate thoughts or ideas you might have. If you keep this up, you’re only going to hurt yourself.”
Trying to communicate with Vernen waseshanting Everything he said let me speechless, and I had no idea how to respond to his nonsense.
In the end, I simply replied, “You’re talking to the wrong prison. If you want to marry Ranquelle, you should discuss it with her and her father, not me.
I moved to start the car, but Vernon was not done. He snapped, “Are you testing my patience? While I’m still in the mood to talk nicely, I suggest you keep your place. Things won’t end well for you if you keep getting in my way.”
I shook my head again. “You’ve got it all wrong–I’m not trying t to cause you trouble. I simply can’t help you, You should try finding another way.”
is Vernon’s expression darkened, I added with a smile, “Here’s a little reminder, Mr. Chen Jacquelle isn’t the Ethful type,
-she might be with you today because you’re handsome and sweet–talking, but tomorrow, she’ll throw you away for someone else with the same qualities. I’ve seen this happen too many times. Good lock–you’ll need it.”
I started the car as Vernon’s face turned an ugly shade of red. He could not argue because he knew 1 was right. After all, he was the “other man” himself.
After graduating, he had not contacted Racquelle for years. When he returned to the country, he saw her at a party, more beautiful than ever and radiating sophistication. Then, he approached her despite lowing the had a boyfriend.
Verman persistently tested her and asked her out to grab a meal. Sure enough, Racquelle took the bait, quickly dumping her boyfriend to be with him. She would talk to him sweetly, making him feel like he was the only one for her.
Vernon thought he had her wrapped around his finger, but my warning finally made him realize something was not right.
Lignoved him for the rest of the drive and dropped him off at his place. As I was about to head home, Racquelle called again.
She sounded irritated as she questioned me, “Well Did you get him home safely?”
“Yes, he’s home,” I replied Carly
“Good,” the said with distaction. Then, she barked, “Now get your ass buck here and pick me up I have a party to attend, and if you make me late, you’ll pay for
I was beyond frustrated. In facielle was in such a hurry, she could have called her sell a car. Nonetheless, I knew the answer–she just wanted the pleasure of making me miserable. I put the phone aside and due to the office.
When I arrived, Bacquelle theow hes purse at my face, “Why are you so damn slow? My feet are killing me from waiting for you, you useless piece of trashde
She yanked open the car door, slumped into the backseat, and snapped, “Drive!”
Iresponded wearily, “You haven’t told me where to go yet.”
