Sparkle grabbed the pen and swiftly signed her name, arrogantly snorting, "Since you're so in awe of me, I'll generously bestow upon you my autograph!"
She really wanted to be dignified, but unfortunately, she was short of money.
It's just a certificate, doesn't matter who you get it with!
Evan glanced at her coldly, the curve of his lips full of mockery.
"Miss Gold, always so casual over the years."
"Mr. Saint, always so sharp-tongued over the years."
Sparkle countered.
She's not picky about food, but she particularly dislikes losing!
Ten years on, this woman still makes you want to strangle her.
Evan sneered, turning to leave.
What's wrong with him? Out of nowhere, abducted her to get the certificate, and then left without a word after.
Making a face at his back, Sparkle quickly rushed forward, chin held high, arrogantly striding past him.
He's always the first to turn around; this time, she won't look at his back!
Grabbing her wrist, Evan asked indifferently, "Where are you going?"
Sparkle arrogantly retorted, "What does it matter to you?"
"You're my wife now." Evan gritted his teeth; this woman always managed to easily trigger his anger.
"I'm not your slave."
"Sparkle, do you need a lawyer to argue with you?"
Sparkle immediately played the sycophant, "Mr. Saint is busy day and night, charming countless women, no need to bother with a trivial role like me."
"Call the lawyer."
"Ouch, my head hurts. Can't take it, I'm passing out." Saying that, Sparkle closed her eyes dramatically and "fainted."
Evan instinctively caught her.
"CEO, the call got through."
Evan shot a cold glance at the secretary, lifted the "unconscious" Sparkle, stuffed her into the car, "Drive."
Peeking open one eye, Sparkle tried to sneak a look at Evan, but was startled by his cool gaze and quickly closed her eyes, continuing to feign dead.
Evan: ...
The car lapsed into a deathly silence.
After a while, unable to help herself, Sparkle sneaked open a slit, seeing Evan focused on reading documents; she sighed quietly in relief.
But she hadn't finished breathing when a chilly voice said, "Wake up if you're done playing dead."
Sparkle: ...
If his mouth wasn't so poisonous, would he die?
Knowing she couldn't keep up the act, she obediently opened her eyes, realizing they had reached her apartment complex.
"How did you know I live here?"
"You have ten minutes to pack."
"For what?"
"I have no intention of living apart with my wife."
Sparkle glared at him, "You want me to live with you? Dream on!"
Going to The Saint Family definitely means seeing Aunt Rhodes...
"Nine minutes and thirty seconds left," Evan coldly reminded, glancing at the time.
"Evan, I'm not moving!"
"Eight minutes."
Sparkle: ...
"Six minutes."
...
Just as Sparkle was about to lose it, her phone rang suddenly; it was Linda Hancock.
Her eyes gleamed; she pressed the answer key.
"Sis, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You're in a bad mood; I shouldn't disturb you, but I have a show to go on now. Without you there, I don't feel secure."
"Alright, I'm on my way."
Sparkle sneered: Without her, Linda is afraid to reveal she can never memorize her lines in acting or ads, right?
Since she's so eager to deliver herself, how could she refuse?
"Take me to the TV station."
Seeing her, Evan faintly ordered, "Drive."
Why did he compromise so easily?
Sparkle gave him a strange look but didn't have time to dwell on it; she called her friend, "Zoe, do me a favor."