"Don"t hurry to leave. I"m your boyfriend now. Shouldn"t you stay with me?" He obviously did not intend to let her go. He grabbed her wrist, and a low voice lingered in her ears. She felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he touched her. She struggled with all her might, only to find that she was powerless. "Juwan, you know I don"t like you, and why I"m with you." She could only stare at him coldly. "Of course I know, so I"m trying to find a way to make you fall in love with me?" He whispered in her ear with a smile. "Cassie, don"t provoke me, or you won"t know what I will do to you." She looked at the man in front of her and only felt that he was crazy. "Why are you so stubborn? Juwan, what happened to you?" Seeing her expression with a trace of disbelief, he smiled. "Is there a possibility that I was always like this?" She was stunned. She did not understand what it was that had caused this blissful youth to
Cassie nodded and followed Javen to Cesillia"s mother"s ward. Cesillia was at the head of the bed and cried out for her mother. "Well, don"t cry. I"ll take your mom to another hospital now." He carried her mother and placed her in the back row of the parking lot. Then he took Cesillia and Cassie to the nearest hospital. The hospital wasn"t willing to receive patients, but when they saw his murderous gaze, they could only say hesitantly that it didn"t conform to the hospital"s regulations. "I"ll give you three seconds. Think about it. Save people or resign." They naturally knew that the man in front of them was Javen, who was well-known in San Francisco, and their tone became much gentler. "I..." “Three.” "Okay, don"t be angry. I"ll send this patient to first aid now." The leading doctor smiled flatteringly and waved his hand, indicating the people behind to send her to the emergency room. They waited outside. Cesillia paced
In the past few days, Cassie helped Cesillia take care of her mother"s funeral. Then, she sent a message to Juwan Smith to ask him to meet her. He knew that it was because of Cesillia"s mother, so they met at a nearby cafe. As soon as he entered the door, he saw her sitting not far away. Her long hair fell over her shoulders and her black dress made her particularly tall. Seeing her drinking coffee as if nothing had happened, he wondered if she was numb from grief. "This time you should know why I called you out." She put down the coffee cup, with her eyes shining. "I still want to explain to you about that matter. It really has nothing to do with me." She sneered, "Does it has nothing to do with you? Juwan Smith, do you think I will believe you? Who else can do this except you?" He was also indignant, and he almost blurted out the words "Kittie Tamah". However, he forcefully endured it. "I"ll repeat it again. This has nothing to do
She knew clearly whether Kittie Tamah cared about her or not. Cassie looked at Kittie coldly and returned to her desk. The pile of documents on her desk had now become empty. She frowned and asked her colleagues next to her, "Where are my documents?" She had spent a lot of effort searching for these materials and had only done half of the documents. Why did they suddenly disappear? Her colleagues took a careful look at Cassie"s face and said, "Kittie Tamah has taken away all these materials. Because you haven"t been here for a long time, she has done them all for you." Half of what she had done had been taken away and used as Kittie"s research results after it was completed? She was incapable of remaining calm. She took a deep breath and was just about to go confront Kittie when the latter suddenly came. "Kittie Tamah, what"s wrong with you?" "Cassie, calm down. I did these documents, but I did them for your own good. You don"t want th
"Javen, Kittie is also a filial child. After all, I have coddled her for so many years." His mother glared at him and patted Kittie"s hand. "Look, she is such a good child. She is obedient and generous. Why don"t you consider dating with her..." "Auntie, what are you saying..." Kittie blushed shyly and reached out to gently push Madam Smith. He didn"t say anything, but silence was already the best reply. There was no response. Kittie suddenly felt embarrassed and retracted her hand. "Auntie, Javen doesn"t like me, so don"t force him. It"s like I"m threatening him." "Kittie, what nonsense are you talking about? Your mom and I decided on your marriage with Javen. Besides, you grew up with him. How could he not like you?" Javen"s mother comforted her, fearing that his attitude would hurt her. Javen said directly, "I already have a girl I like." Cassie was stunned. Her chopsticks, holding a meatball, came to a halt.
Javen Smith"s self-torture succeeded in scaring Kittie Tamah. She didn"t expect Javen to knock himself out in order to avoid her. A sense of humiliation rose in her heart. Kittie Tamah"s eyes brimmed with tears. Other than humiliation, there was also intense hatred. If it wasn"t for Cassie Garsia, Javen wouldn"t have treated her like this. Kittie Tamah clenched her fingers tightly as she watched Javen fall into a deep sleep in front of her. Only then did she think of a bold idea. Kittie Tamah took off her clothes and Javen"s. She lay on his strong chest. She picked up her phone and took a photo, then sent it to Cassie. After doing all this, Kittie Tamah carefully climbed off the bed, put on her clothes, and returned to her room. When Cassie Garsia woke up early in the morning, she saw the photo. In the photo, they looked intimate, as if they"d really had sex. Cassie felt her heartache. When she thought of what Javen Smith had said last night, she couldn"t help but lau
"Javen..." Tears welled up in Kittie Tamah"s eyes. She was grieved out of her wits upon hearing this. "Javen, even if you don"t like me, I want you to know of my feelings for you. But you can"t always use Cassie to hurt me. It"s unfair to me!" "Kittie, you should know that my feelings for you are merely that of a brother and sister. Stop pestering me." Javen Smith said a harsh word. Kittie Tamah couldn"t hold on any longer. She turned around and ran away, wiping away her tears. Auntie Smith saw that things had become like this and said viciously, "Cassie, it"s all your fault for turning our family into this. You"re so cruel and merciless. You"re determined to be the mistress of the Smith family. I won"t let you get what you want!" "You think too much." Cassie"s voice was indifferent. "I"m not interested in being called the hostess of the Smith family." When Javen Smith heard this, he immediately said, "Eve
"Ah? I"m fine, but my ankle hurts a little. It"s so painful that I want to cry." The auntie smiled, but her smile was uglier than crying. "Auntie, I feel like I"ve seen you many times. You"ve been mysterious since the first time you sent me flowers. Since we met again this time, could you tell me your name?" Cassie Garsia smiled at her. "My, my surname is Grenn." "Is it inconvenient for you to say your name? It doesn"t matter if it"s inconvenient. I"ll call you Mrs. Grenn from now on." The woman nodded and stopped talking. After sending Mrs. Grenn to the hospital, Cassie Garsia gave her a few simple instructions and left the hospital. Cassie returned to the office to work. Before she could sit down and rest, she was called back to the office. "Cassie, I came to you this time for a new task." Javen Smith turned around, placed a document on the table, and slowly pushed it over. "We plan to design an angel and demo