Whitney’s expression changes immediately. She looks confused and surprised. She mutters, "What did
you say?"
I smile lightly at her and say, "I don't know if you let me lose because of personal reasons, but if you
think my work is better but still choose Monica, I am sorry to tell you that you made me miss a chance
to leave Frances."
"What do you mean?!" Whitney asks loudly.
"I owe Frances 4 million. If I win the competition, I would win enough money and have the chance to
leave him. And you ruined my opportunity."
I am sorry to lose this opportunity. But I know Whitney will feel even worse than me after learning the
truth.
I feel that I have become more and more stubborn over those years. If someone wants to hurt me, I
wouldn’t easily let it go.
The six months I spent with Andrew made me learn how to endure pain from others. But Frances
makes me seek revenge for the smallest grievance.
I don't know if this is a good thing, but at least, I know how to protect myself from harm.
"Are you asking for money?! Money is never a problem for me. As long as you leave Frances, let alone
four million, I will give you 40 million!" Whitney rushes over and shakes my shoulder desperately like a
dying person suddenly gets a chance to live.
"It won't work if it’s not my money. It's useless even if you give me 400 million. You know Frances better
than me. Do you think he is someone you can fool with money?" I say with a light smile.
Frances’s mother tried to give me money before. But what happened? Frances tore the cheque right in
front of his mother. He is a businessman. I think he probably thinks that using his family’s money to buy
my freedom is not a good deal.
Whitney lets go of my hand sullenly with a stunned expression.
She turns her head to look at Nicole, and yells, "Why didn't you tell me! D I send you to get information
from her? Why didn't you tell me such important things? Did she give you hush money?"
Nicole looks at Whitney scared and trembled. She says with a small voice, "I had no idea. She didn't
tell me."
Yeah, Nicole is right. Why do I tell others about such private things? Besides, she is just an ordinary
friend of mine. Naturally, it is impossible for me to tell her my secrets.
"Useless waste!" Whitney says loudly and slaps Nicole on the face.
The slapping sound is clear to hear. And immediately Nicole’s face gets so red with fingers’ shape on it.
I'm a little surprised. Aren't they friends? Why is Whitney so mean to Nicole?
Nicole bites her lips. Her eyes are red. But she doesn’t let the tears out.
Whitney sneers, turns her head, looks at me and says, “Jane, don't be cocky! One day Frances will get
tired of you. Let’s see who will be more embarrassed! And I am telling you, as long as I am here, I
won’t let you have a good life. You'd better be careful, or else you won’t even know how and when you
will die!"
What she says reminds me suddenly that she threw the flower pot at me yesterday. She can do this
kind of thing once, and of course, she may do it a second time.
Whitney steps away on high heels arrogantly.
Nicole stands there, clutching her fist. She whispers to me, "I'm sorry, Jane. If it wasn't for Whitney to
have my secrets, I wouldn't hurt you like this."
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