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Raeleigh and Cynthia spent the whole night in a tete-a-tete. They talked until Cynthia ended up crying. "Raeleigh, if I leave and never come back again, will you miss me?" Raeleigh thought for a long time before answering her question, "I will definitely miss you. You are one of my besties, aside from Scarlette." "What about Deanna? Isn't she your best friend too?" Cynthia asked as she brushed her tears away. Raeleigh shook her head and said, "You don't understand Deanna. She's very naive and doesn't know what love is. Sometimes, I feel like she's still a kid. She is willful and self-centered, but she's also very kind-hearted." "Deanna would never befriend someone like me. Of course, I do treat her as my friend, but she's still very immature. You have to treat her like a kid." "Deanna is indeed a little immature, but I feel that she's changed after meeting Jacky. Though she still seems a little out of it and knows nothing," Cynthia laughed. She had already

Raeleigh had not intended to go, but Lamarre succeeded in persuading her. When they arrived at the restaurant, she sat right next to Lamarre; she was his apprentice, after all. Besides, he adored her because of her talent. Lamarre knew that something must have happened between Jepherson and Raeleigh. Despite being an old nut, he knew a thing or two about young love. As soon as Raeleigh sat down, the two began to engage in conversation. The only person she was close to in the company was Lamarre. Their topics always revolved around car designs. No one would nor could chime in. When all the dishes were served, Jepherson handed Raeleigh some utensils before pouring some juice into her glass. He then poured a glass of wine and handed it to Lamarre. Jepherson wasn't planning to drink that day, but he poured a glass of wine for himself anyway. Once the food was served, Jepherson picked up his glass and took a sip of wine. He sat on the other side of Raeleigh. Th

Raeleigh stared at Marissa as the color drained from her face. Ever since she was a little girl, she had heard countless unpleasantries, but Marissa's words were the most horrible ones she had ever heard to date. As Raeleigh was a sensible person who had basic manners, she knew to respect the elders. Thus, even though Raeleigh did not like Marissa and knew that she was using her status to belittle her, Raeleigh would still behave politely. However, on that day... Raeleigh had no idea why Jepherson did not defend her, but she decided that she was no longer going to endure Marissa's verbal abuse anymore. There was a limit to one's patience. Furthermore, respect was earned and not given. This was what Novalie taught Raeleigh ever since she was little. Novalie knew that Raeleigh was a smart girl. She would think twice before she acted and always stayed away from trouble. That was why she kept reminding Raeleigh when she could, and she was worried t

"Flynt...you're still refusing to give up on your evil intentions, aren't you?" Deanna asked with a displeased face before Zorion could say anything. However, Flynt let out a laugh. "What are you talking about? Cynthia is gone. What evil intentions are you talking about?" Flynt had planned to head back to class but was stopped by Deanna, who was clearly unhappy that Flynt was trying to court Raeleigh. He had only taken a few steps forward before getting halted by Deanna. She had her hands on her waist as she said, "Let me tell you, Cynthia walked out of the Moore family on her own. She had enough of you lot." "Regardless of what happened, I'm sure she would not have thought about leaving the Moore family; unless, someone gave her the idea to." "You keep saying that you had nothing to do with it, but if it weren't for you guys, Cynthia wouldn't have left!" Flynt had no plans to continue talking to them but there were times when his emotions got the better o

After an entire afternoon rolling in the sheets, Zorion finally fell asleep from the exhaustion. Rossie had wanted to leave, but Zorion held her tightly in his arms after she fell asleep so it was impossible for her to move. ...... Deanna stared at Jacky's hand that was grabbing her wrist. "It's getting dark. I think you should send me home now, or else my brother will get worried." The one person that Deanna was most afraid of was Jacky. However, Jacky pretended not to have heard her. He held her hand as they strolled around the streets. She had no idea what Jacky was up to, but she wanted to go home because it was where she felt safest. "I called your brother. He knows where we are," Jacky said. He was walking in front as he held her hand. She followed behind, feeling slightly depressed. So what if he called? Why was he dragging her around? She wanted nothing more than to go home. Furthermore, she was injured. After walking for a while, Jacky