**RICHARD POV** "No, no, Richy. You don't have to worry about the bastard. He's not worth wasting your energy on him," Eve said softly, her tone sad, and I scowled. "You shouldn't feel any pity for him. He didn't care that he hurt your feelings, so why worry about him? You should let me handle him for you. Next time, he wouldn't lie to a woman about his feelings," I said, and Eve blushed. "He's my past. Let's not worry about him. It's been six months since we broke up, and if I confronted him again, he will think that I still love him. So, just let him go," Eve said, her hands reaching for her handkerchief as she wiped off her tears. "But he hurt you. Just give me his name. I may not hurt him physically, but I will ensure to bankrupt his business," I promised her, and she shook her head. "No, Richard. Let bygones be bygones. How about you?" she asked, raising her head and peering at my face directly. I smiled when I heard Genevieve's inquiry. Just then, the waiter arrived, settli
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