Margaret’s face darkened when she saw the car Valerie pointed at. It was a much more expensive luxury car, priced at no less than ten million!
“Madam!” the manager shouted as he saw Margaret faint.
But a man moved faster than the manager. He rushed to Margaret’s side, holding her tightly and quickly leaving.
It was, of course, Terrence.
A mocking smile appeared on Valerie’s face.
Since Terrence had driven off with the car, Valerie had no choice but to take a taxi back. But it was difficult to hail one near the 4S shop. She walked in high heels for a full hour before finally getting a taxi.
As she sat in the taxi, she looked at her blistered feet and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Luckily, it’s my feet that are aching, not my heart,” she thought.
After the incident at the 4S shop, Valerie didn’t see Terrence for several days. But she didn’t need to ask—Margaret would keep her updated.
“9:05. Today, Terry personally fed me oatmeal.”
“18:23. This is the pomelo Terry peeled for me. It looks so delicious. Do you want to try it? Well, unfortunately, you’ll never get the chance in your whole life.”
The picture below showed peeled pomelos.
“22:35. Terry is sleeping next to me. See!”
The picture below showed Terrence resting on his arms by Margaret’s bed.
Valerie glanced at the messages, then tossed her phone into her bag.
Margaret had been sending updates about her intimacy with Terrence. Perhaps because Terrence had completely disappointed her, Valerie now saw Margaret as nothing more than a clown.
Valerie got out of the car and walked into Tearie Entertainment. This company, jointly established by her and Terrence, was meant to deepen their connection. She had hoped it would prevent Terrence from easily breaking up with her.
Unexpectedly, it had become her restraint.
“You want to leave Houston and go back to Washington, D.C. alone?” The vice president, Roderick Duncan, looked at Valerie in shock. “Does Terrence know about this?”
