All Chapters of Why the Crocodile Tears?: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

Anathea nodded at this. "Fair point."She meant it, too, but she believed in perfecting one's skill in a particular area. However, she'd given Thomas a chance and hired him as an assistant intern after recalling the help he'd previously offered her.Having finished the hangover soup, Anathea handed the mug back to Thomas. "Let's go.""As you wish." Only then did Thomas retract his gaze and start the car, steering it toward the hotel.He occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror, noting Anathea's delicate profile as she leaned into the backseat with her eyes closed. A faint blush crept over the alabaster skin of her face, like someone had brushed cherries over it."My philosophy doesn't just apply to careers and hobbies, but people as well." Thomas smiled.Anathea was fast asleep when they pulled up outside the hotel. Thomas stared at her for a long moment before rounding the car to the backseat. He reached for her, but just as his fingers were about to graze her face, her eyes

Love was the most twisted form of torture in this world after all. It could topple kings and gods and humble the arrogant. But when Gregory heard Louie's admonishment, he locked his phone and said coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about.""Give me a break." Louie clicked his tongue. "You don't have to put up a strong front when you're with friends."Gregory took the glass of water and sipped it, glaring at Louie. "If you're so tough, why did you get all flustered and hide in the washroom when you saw that lawyer?"Louie froze."Oh, and when you left the washroom, your eyes were red and—" Gregory continued the jibe."Bullshit! Sand got into my eyes, that's all! I had to wash it out, didn't I? Who said I was crying?" Louie snapped defensively, bristling."Nobody said you were crying. I certainly didn't." Gregory eyed Louie with faint amusement. "Why are you so quick to explain yourself?"Louie's face darkened. He snatched the glass from Gregory and gulped the rest of the

"The Watson residence," Gregory and Adrian said in unison.Louie went still, then cut a surprised look at Gregory. "What, you guessed it again?""Harvey hired the guy who ran Adam down with his car, but the money went into the Watsons' account," Gregory replied, his gaze darkening dangerously."The Watsons based in Syntherra, huh…" Louie considered this information. "Are we talking about the Watsons who have an upcoming marriage alliance with the Lancasters, the wealthiest family in Syntherra? Isn't Dominic set to marry Shirley soon?""I heard the wedding was pushed back again," Adrian pointed out. "Because the long-lost eldest daughter of the Lancaster family has returned, and her parents are caught up in throwing her a homecoming party."They even sent out invitations. It's going to be an even bigger celebration than when Dominic and Shirley got engaged.""The eldest daughter of the Lancaster family?" Amusement glinted in Louie's eyes. "The one who was supposedly betrothed to T

"It's true that I don't exercise often, but I know a thing or two about tennis." Anathea smiled."Oh? You play tennis too, Ms. Jacobson?" Emory perked up, intrigued.Anathea nodded politely. "Just the basics.""Ah, so not very good then." Emory rubbed his chin, sounding a bit disappointed. "Otherwise, we could have had a little match, though I'm never one to bully a beginner.""No worries. If you don't want to play with a beginner, I'll have a round with Mr. Wilson instead," Anathea uttered."Me?" Frederick looked as if he'd just heard a joke. "Are you sure you can play a round with me with those skinny arms and legs of yours?""That's my business. Are you in or not?" Anathea replied calmly.To Frederick, her cool tone and expression came off as outright provocation from someone unaware of their limits."Fine, but you better not cry and complain that I'm picking on a woman." Frederick snorted. He swapped to a different racket, while Anathea borrowed one from Emory."This one

Anathea was panting, her brows slightly furrowed. "Ah, so you're this skilled. Were you just holding back when you played with Mr. Smith earlier?""Of course! Look at him! He can't even serve properly; he even missed some shots! And you people think you're something! How dare you act tough in front of me? If I'm bad at it, then practice more? You should say that to yourselves!""Oh? Is that so?" Anathea smiled. "So, you were acting when you played with Mr. Smith earlier? That must've been exhausting."Frederick froze because, at that moment, he felt a chill sweep over him.He turned his head stiffly, meeting Emory's cold, dark stare.He had gotten too carried away during the match—Anathea had set him up.Frederick clenched his teeth but quickly forced a respectful expression as he approached Emory. "Mr. Smith, I can explain—""Save it!" Emory cut him off sharply. "You're better than me, fine. But don't bother humbling yourself to play with me again.""No—" Frederick tried to sp