Chapter 4

After hesitating for two seconds, Britney swiped to answer the call, saying, “Hello!”

In contrast to Britney's indifference, Conrad on the other end of the phone appeared particularly excited.

"Britney, you finally answered the phone!"

"Tomorrow at ten o'clock, Peninsula Cafe!"

Without giving Conrad any chance, she hung up the phone. Britney turned off her mobile phone again, immersing herself in the soft silk quilt.

Conrad...

This name... lingered in my heart for so many years, occupying such an important place...

To say she felt nothing would be a lie.

In a daze, Britney fell asleep.

When she awoke, it was already nine o'clock the next day.

She applied light makeup to look less haggard, had a small breakfast, and told her parents before heading out alone to the café.

Sitting in her private car, Britney's phone suddenly rang.

Britney picked up her phone and saw an unfamiliar number. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the man she saw at the hospital yesterday...

The phone was answered...

"Ms. Hammond!" the voice on the phone spoke first.

Hearing the magnetic voice, Britney smiled. "Hello, fiancé!" With a teasing tone, Britney indeed didn't know how to address the man she had only seen once.

The person seemed stunned for a moment before speaking, "Hello, fiancée!"

Britney smiled even more.

Britney smiled even more. “I’m on my way to cancel my  engagement.”

"I am currently out of town and I estimate that I will only be able to return to Goldmoor tomorrow."

"I'll give you a contact number, so if you have any issues, just reach out to him directly."

"Good!"

After hanging up the phone, Britney received a text message shortly after. Seeing the name, Britney was surprised and became a little more curious about the identity of her fiancé.

Ernesto Martinez!

The leader of the gray areas in Goldmoor, known for his ruthless methods and bloodthirsty reputation that terrified others.

Did he bring out such a big character because he was worried about her safety?

Moments later, she arrived at Peninsula Café.

Elegant decoration, melodious music.

As usual, a server led her to a private booth where she and Conrad often sat.

They used to come here often in the past. He would always come early and order her favorite coffee and snacks, waiting for her.

At this moment, Conrad seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and he immediately stood up when he saw Britney.

Dressed in a well-tailored suit, the gentleman gallantly pulled out a chair for Britney and then returned to his own seat.

It has to be said that Conrad's appearance, coupled with his wealthy background, attracted many Goldmoor women. They had a public romantic relationship in the past, and she even faced verbal attacks from his admirers.

"Britney, this is your favorite pink rose!" Conrad held up a vibrant bouquet of roses, exactly eleven in number.

Britney's eyes narrowed slightly as she took it.

"I knew your purpose! What I wanted was also very simple..."

“Go ahead!” Conrad maintained his smile.

“Cancel the engagement!”

Conrad's hand paused for a moment, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Is there no room for negotiation?"

Britney took a sip of the cappuccino she once loved in front of her and shook her head, "And I wished that you would marry Stephanie two days later!"

Conrad looked up and met Britney's gaze, but he couldn't find the previous infatuation she had for him in those beautiful eyes.

"This was my final kindness to you! It was also the last friendship!"

"Britney, you know I loved you! How could you..." Conrad anxiously explained, feeling an inexplicable fear in his heart, afraid of losing her.

As Britney looked at him, he felt more and more like a stranger.

"Conrad, don't make me look down on you! Don't have a careless attitude and sleep around with women!"

"I... I..." Conrad felt a bit guilty as Britney spoke.

Indeed, he never intended to take responsibility for his relationship with Stephanie. They had simply agreed to be friends with benefit…

"I also didn't want to embarrass each other!"

Leaving her words behind, Britney picked up her bag and prepared to leave. She didn't want to continue facing him, unsure if she would soften her heart for this man she had poured so much love into.

But just as she stood, everything blurred before her eyes.

Conrad looked at Britney, who was lying on the table as if asleep, and struggled internally.

He whispered under his breath, "Britney, please don't blame me! If anyone is to blame, it's only because I loved you too much! Our union was inevitable..."