Chapter 8

Ada Wood heard someone call her name, and then raised her head and looked at the woman.

She didn't expect that she would meet her old acquaintances here.

"Ada, it's really you. You've lost a lot of weight. In the past five years, I went to prison to see you several times, but every time I got to the prison gate, I was stopped by brother Aaron. "

Yvette Hill looked sad. Ada Wood opened her mouth and was about to speak when she was interrupted by another voice.

"Yvette, you haven't got it yet?" A well-dressed woman, walking on a pair of red high-heeled shoes, came to Ada Wood and looked at her carefully up and down.

"Isn't this our little princess Ada Wood? How come you're here in the waiters' clothes? " The mayor's daughter, Wanda Clinton, holds a glass of champagne in her hand, pretending to be surprised, and looks at Ada Wood. Hearing Wanda Clinton's words, several young ladies from wealthy families also gathered around, waiting to see Ada Wood's jokes.

"Yvette, I remember that all the boys in my class were gambling to see who would catch up with Ada first. They also praised her as having a devil's body and an angel's face. They often compare you with her. Look over there. They've been thinking about her up to now. " Wanda Clinton holds the cup and shakes it twice in front of Ada Wood. She reaches out her slender finger and points to the other side.

Ada Wood just stood there quietly and did not speak. Today is the birthday party of Yvette Hill, the daughter of Hill’s famous enterprise in w City. She came here to work. If she offends the host's friends, she won't get money. A

ll of a sudden, Wanda Clinton's cup was poured to the side, and all the wine in it was splashed on Ada Wood's face.

She pretended to be frightened and said, "Oh, Ada. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just slipped my hand. You don't kill me."

Ada Wood doesn't speak. She just takes out her handkerchief and wipes her face clean. All are waiting for Ada Wood to break out.

Five years ago, Ada Wood was so overbearing that she would beat anyone who dared to scold her. As long as she is a little unhappy, she will use Zora Baker and her overpowering mother to oppress them and make them suffer.

All of them are class flowers. Yvette Hill is gentle and graceful. Ada Wood is lively and active. She is like a porcelain doll.

Two people are the precious daughters of the leading entrepreneurs in w City. Either of them can set off a wave in w City.

"Wanda, how can you talk like that? The death of sister Ada is just an accident. How can you blame her? "

Yvette Hill stands beside Ada Wood, like a noble princess.

"Yvette, you are too kind-hearted to help her." Wanda Clinton yelled,

"how did she bully you in those days? You were not allowed to approach her Aaron brother, and she cut your hand with a knife. Now she deserves to be like this."

"When Ada cut me, it was just because she loved brother Aaron too much." Yvette Hill, ooks in the direction of Ada Wood. The soft and weak expression on her face makes people feel pity. "Ada Wood, why don't you talk? Do you feel guilty. I remember when you threatened to take Aaron Hunter and be his wife.” Vice Mayor’s daugher Wendy Smith covered her cherry mouth and laughed. "It's beautiful to marry Aaron Hunter.

It's said that their family's influence in Britain can't be underestimated. Even the British royal family is afraid of them."

"Of course, such an excellent man, Yvette also wants to marry..." Wanda Clinton hurried to talk to her, but Yvette Hill stares at her secretly and quickly changes her words.

"I want to marry , but they don't like us. Only Yvette can be worthy of Aaron Hunter." As soon as the voice fell, the people around him began to laugh. The sarcastic eyes in Ada Wood's body turned around and refused to give up.

"By the way, Ada, are you looking for a job?" When Wanda Clinton came from the river, ran took a glass of champagne in her hand and squinted at her.

"Do you want me to introduce you to a job? Our dog needs a vegetable taster. The salary is high, and it doesn't require education background. It doesn't matter if you've been in prison..." "Brother Aaron, I'm here." Yvette Hill waved to Aaron Hunter standing at the door, told him her position, and said softly, "you are so busy with your work, I thought you would not come." Arnold Hunter, as the focus of the whole audience, walked gracefully towards this side. He didn't pay attention to Yvette Hill, but stood there squinting at Ada Wood dressed as a waiter. His thin lips showed a touch of sarcasm. "Ada Wood, you're busy. I thought you would not come here." Ada Wood's body trembles slightly, and the liquid in the transparent goblet is also fluctuating.

This man is what she fears most and doesn't want to see. She used to like Aaron brother, is not the shy young boy under the blue cherry tree.

Now she, the last thing she wants to see is Aaron Hunter. She turned around, and before she stepped forward, her hand was firmly grasped by a big hand.

Ada Wood turns back and looks at the owner of the big palm.

"Mr. Hunter, what can I do for you? Champagne or orange juice? "

Aaron Hunter did not speak, the strength of the hands increased a little.

Why to zory is to buried in the cold underground, and she can continue to live.

His face was covered with frost at the thought. The thin lips opened slightly, and the cold voice seemed to come from hell,

"can you afford it?" Ada Wood clenched his hands, lowered his head and clenched his teeth. It was like a thorn in her heart and could not be pulled out.

Oh, she can't return him a Zora Baker, but can he return her sister?

At the beginning, she jumped down that high-rise building, for whom?

Ada Wood took a deep breath and calmed down her mood. With a little shaking hands, she took out a glass of champagne from the plate,

"Mr. Hunter, is the champagne? Here you are. "