Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South]
Thomas said, “Tsk, look at how loving Young Master Snow is. Sarah, you’re amazing. After so many
years, not only did you get Shaun to be your boyfriend again, but you also have Young Master Snow as
your backup.”
Even though the Snow family was not as influential as the Hill family, it was one of the top five families i n
Australia. Besides, the Snow family’s children were involved in both politics and business, unlike the
Hills, who may be powerful but Shaun was the main person behind it.
Rumor had it that Rodney’s uncle would be the candidate for prime minister in next year’s election.
Among all the candidates, he was believed to stand the best chance of winning.
A lot of wealthy women were interested in Rodney, yet he was only in love with Sarah whom he treated
as his sister.
“Well, one must not burn any bridges.” Sarah sighed. “In case Shaun dumps me one day, I can still go for
Rodney.”
“How will that be possible? You’re getting married tomorrow.” The more Thomas thought about it, the
smugger he was. “Anyway, Young Master Hill is better considering his power. In that sense, Young
Master Snow isn’t as capable as him.”
“Yeah, but I can’t lose Rodney either. He can always back me up.”
Sarah played with her fingers. Rodney was sillier and more easily deceived than Shaun. He loved her s o
much that he would do anything for her.
Late night at the pub.
Rodney lay on the pub counter, downing several glasses of alcohol.
After Sarah left, he stood in the cemetery for one whole hour.
On top of disappointment, he was also heartbroken.
At that moment, Rodney’s phone vibrated. Chester had sent him a WhatsApp voice note. “Where are
you, Rodney? Shaun’s getting married tomorrow. Let’s meet up in the clubhouse and celebrate him
stepping into the tomb of love.”
He lowered his head and replied to his message: Something came up, so I’m not joining. This is not his
first time stepping into the tomb of love anyway.
After that, he tapped on the table. “Give me a few more bottles.”
He kept drinking until 1:00 a.m.
When he tottered out of the pub, he bumped into someone, who was walking in the opposite direction.
He was so drunk that he lost his footing and fell to the ground.
The woman whom he bumped into glared at him in pain. As soon as she took a closer look at his face,
she gasped. ‘Motherf*cker. How unlucky am I to come across him twice in one day? Once at the
cemetery this afternoon, and another at the pub tonight when I’m catching up with a friend who used to
work in the cosmetic industry overseas.’
“Oh, Freya. You’re in luck. You bumped into an attractive man,” her friend teased.
“Him?” Freya was at a loss for words. “Oh well, he’s just a scumbag who ruined my reputation. Why don’t
you head back first? I want to teach him a lesson.”
“He’s the one? He looks quite handsome though. You can take this opportunity to do it with him since
he’s drunk.” Her friend joked.
Stung by her mockery, Freya waved her hand. “ Forget it. I’m afraid I’ll puke if I do it with him.”
“Alright, then. I won’t interrupt you. You can take your time torturing him.”
Once her friend had left, she walked toward Rodney and kicked him. “Hey, do you know who I am?”
Rodney raised his head and squinted before he wrapped his hands around her thighs. “Sarah? Are you
Sarah?”
Damn it.
Freya wondered which part of hers resembled that angelic b*tch.
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