"Not speaking, not loving anymore, what's there to say?" Sparkle waved her hand with a somewhat insolent smile.
This phrase 'not loving anymore' made Evan Saint's face cold as ice: "Sparkle, you're still so casual!"
Saying love when it's love, saying not love when it's not.
"That's called being free!" Sparkle made a face at him defiantly, that sharp tongue could never say anything nice.
Evan Saint sneered: "Don't flatter yourself too much."
"Even without flattery, I'm still Sparkle Gold."
Evan: ...
"Sir, you're back."
Evan nodded: "Arrange a room for her."
The servant was stunned for a moment, then responded: "Yes."
After Evan Saint finished speaking, he went straight into the bathroom.
"Hey, I said I wouldn't live with you..."
Evan Saint didn't even turn his head: "If I don't see you around, expect a lawyer's letter."
Fuming, Sparkle gave him the finger: Only knows how to bully her, think money makes him great? Once she gets through the current ordeal, she'll use money to crush that cold block!
This rude gesture displeased the servant, who grumbled roughly: "Miss, once you enter this home, you must abide by its rules."
Such a noble gentleman, and they scarcely have time to properly serve him, yet she's daring enough to give him the finger?
"Oh." Sparkle replied nonchalantly, "So the rule in this home is that dogs can lecture their masters?"
"How dare you insult people?" The servant didn't expect her to be so sharp-tongued and was momentarily outraged.
Sparkle laughed: "I can hit people too, want to try?"
"You..."
"Servants should have the awareness befitting their role, either climb into his bed to become a master, or obediently serve me." With that, Sparkle turned arrogantly.
No profession is beneath dignity, everyone deserves respect.
But those who want to step on her head are another matter entirely.
Evan can bully her because she's guilty, but a servant daring to try and rule over her?
Sorry, she doesn't have that much patience!
The servant was humbled, glared at her hard, and walked away, gnashing teeth.
Sparkle leisurely walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and was immediately disgusted again.
Aaron Lawson was being interviewed, with a face full of deep, unwavering emotion.
"It's been a tough road for Sparkle and me, family and friends don't approve, but I've always believed that as long as we're together, we can overcome any challenges."
"Today, I can finally marry Sparkle, and even though my family refuses to attend, I still believe we'll win them over someday..."
"But I never expected Sparkle to attend our wedding in mourning clothes, curse me to death, and hold photoshopped pictures claiming I betrayed her..."
"I can't even comprehend it now; it's so upsetting. But I'm willing to believe she didn't do it on purpose, that she's been misled by false rumors..."
"Sparkle, I'm waiting for you to come back, no matter what happens, I'll be by your side."
...
Watching Aaron Lawson's tender, undying devotion, Sparkle couldn't stop her cold laughter.
If she hadn't seen him and Linda Hancock in a car crash last night, if she hadn't heard him plot against her, if the dashcam hadn't clearly recorded everything...
She would have thought she had paranoid delusions, she would have believed it.
She viciously smashed the remote at that hypocritical face, gritting her teeth: Aaron Lawson, you've gone too far. Everything you and Linda Hancock owe me, I'll collect back in spades!
"Hey, who are you? What right do you have to smash things in my house?" A haughty cold shout suddenly came.