However, at first she thought that Sheryl was here and the tension would be reduced. But Sheryl
suddenly received a call from someone and left.
Sheryl hung up the phone and sighed, "I'll be back as soon as the matter is solved. You two have a
good chat. Just be clam and don't act rashly."
The woman who was able to adjust the atmosphere left.
There was a dead silence in the box. Consuela didn't pay much attention to observe Sheryl's
expression anymore as she faced the man.
Therefore, she didn't have the chance to look at Sheryl that way. With a mischievous smile on her face,
she looked quite complacent.
The door was slammed shut, leaving these two awkwardly embarrassed people in a relatively small
space.
Just as before, when she wanted to express her love to him, it was the last time they had been so
friendly. Unfortunately, everything was destroyed by the nude pictures.
Lowering her head and fiddling with the white porcelain cup in front of her, Consuela said in an
indifferent tone as if she was a stranger to the man sitting opposite her, "Mr. Harry, what are you
looking for me this time?"
Enraged by her tone, Harry broke out completely. He looked up at the woman's delicate face and her
innocent eyes, and sneered.
'This woman is really good at acting. I don't know how she discredits others behind her back. Now I
don't know how many people have seen her nude pictures.
"Consuela, you're just a shameless bitch. You can only stab people in the back, without taking the
responsibility of what you've done."
The woman's hand holding the cup was shaking slightly, but the next second, she chuckled at herself. It
turned out that in his eyes, her image had been terribly bad.
But how could he judge her?
She smiled sarcastically and replied, "Mr. Harry, I'm impressed by your outstanding manners. I really
don't know why you behaved so strange today. Did you do that deliberately just to prevent being caught
by the paparazzi and pretending not to know anything?"
Consuela poured a cup of tea from the pot on the table. Maybe the angrier she was, the calmer she
was. Her nervousness was vanished by his words.
If the man hit her now, she would pour hot water on him. She would suffer losses if she didn't lose her
mind.
"You are such a bitch, aren't you? So you want to drag me down to satisfy your vanity, don't you?"
When he raised his head, she could see the scarlet blood and madness in his eyes.
The woman held the cup in her hand and suddenly became excited. "People are doing things and
watching. You said I had dragged you down? Don't be so ridiculous. Do you mean I drugged you with
those women, or I beg you to sleep with them? "
Shameless people were invincible.
Now Harry was very anxious and helpless. Whatever Consuela said to him, he would not listen to her
at all. He just liked a lonely patient who could do nothing but reflect on himself.
He didn't believe a single word of Consuela's words. Now he thought that Consuela was wrong. No
matter how she proved herself, that man always thought that she was wrong, and she was extremely
wrong.
He always talked about the bitch. The man who always had good manners, seemed not to know much
about how to curse.
Consuela lowered her head and sipped her tea. She wasn't affected by the man's abuse at her at all.
She was calm and even wanted to laugh.
However, she was partly responsible for his current situation, though she didn't know why.
"Bitch, what do you want me to do? You haven't subsided your ridiculous behaviors yet. Are you trying
to block your sin with my things?" Asked Harry, gritting his teeth.
Consuela took a sip of her tea, looking at him, and suggested kindly, "If Mr. Harry has said enough,
would you like a cup of tea?"
The man's glance was extremely sharp, which made her heart tremble. However, she recovered in an
instant. He could really move his hands and beat her up, couldn't he?
Now he had become a person that every newspaper was scrambling to report. As long as he dared to
take action now, he would be immediately sent to the hot topic again.
When Richie arrived at the place that the woman sent to him, he was a little curious. He wondered
what the woman thought of her little lover.
When he was about to enter the box, he was immediately attracted by a woman who behaved
strangely by the door. He raised his eyebrows with obvious curiosity.
What the hell was this?
Then he shifted his eyes from that woman to the closed door and inexplicably felt a little restless. It was
just two people quarreling inside, but she was outside watching.
Before he arrived at the door, refusing the waitress's service, he reached out his hand to open the door.
In the doorway, Sheryl had been eavesdropping on them for a long time. She was surprised to see the
hand suddenly show up. When she turned around, she saw a tall man with a pair of long legs and a
good-looking face. Instantly, her unhappiness turned into flattery.
She flipped her long hair, looked up at the man who was much taller than her, stood up straight, smiled
and asked, "Sir, what are you doing here?"
The man's skin was fair as if it hadn't seen the sun all year round, but he didn't look womanly at all. He
had a deep outline of mixed blood, and there was a wave in his eyes. Just turning his eyes was enough
to attract her.
There was a light smile on Richie's lips, but he didn't answer her question. "I don't know why this lady
sneaked around and why you are here," he asked.
The man's words rendered Sheryl speechless. With a twist of her mouth, Sheryl was about to give in,
but a crack of porcelain came into their ears all of a sudden.
After he lowered his head and glanced at Sheryl thoughtfully, he pushed the door open without any
expression on his face, and saw the two people pushing each other as soon as he got in.
There was a big gap between men and women's physical strength, not to mention that now Consuela
was pregnancy, while Harry was almost driven mad.
The one who smashed the glass was none other than Consuela. Her hand was gripped tightly by the
man's grip, and he looked furious. And the man kept saying aggressively, "Aren't you going to explain
yourself? Just do it!"
With red eyes, Consuela roared, "Are you insane?"
Before Harry could respond, the man who just entered the box pulled off his tie and kicked the
despicable man away coldly.
Consuela's hands were grasped tightly by Harry. As a result, she leaned forward and fell down. She
screamed in a low voice and at the same time, her waist was held by the man. Then she turned around
and bumped into a familiar chest.
She subconsciously stretched out her hand and hugged back the man. She sighed softly and thought,
'finally my help, who I have waited for so long, came here.'
However, to her surprise, not only did she not hear his sorry to her that he was late, but she was held
tightly because she was worried. Instead, she was pushed away gently and taught a lesson as if no
one was around.
"I can't believe that you are so stupid to have a direct conflict with him, huh? Do you want to have my
baby aborted? "
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