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She also received stinky eyes from females who were jealous of their couple. “It will be fun to see if they know that Daniel is single.” She was playing with her wine glass when Mr. Sharon introduced an over friendly round uncle, “Star, meet Director Lawrence. His company is leading in diamond's business.” Star met him with a fake smile but her all formalities went to the Hell when he introduced her to his son, “He is my son, Rick Lawrence. He is also a student in Colorado University.” Charlotte was done with this diplomacy, so she excused herself for a bathroom break and texted his manager to cancel all the deals with this Lawrence group.

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She said, "I know you're good at manipulating men. While you were studying abroad, Lawrence always treated you extremely well. It's no wonder that you aren't together with him. You prefer men with a higher status, don't you?" What Carly said was so tactless that everyone broke out in a cold sweat. Even Serena looked at her son awkwardly. The smile was gone from Damon's face. His expression was dark, and nobody could tell how he was feeling. Meanwhile, Celeste was secretly shocked. No wonder she thought that Carly seemed familiar. When Lawrence wasn't having a good life abroad, she'd heard that a super rich girl was going after him. The girl always traveled in her own private jet along with h

It hit Carly like a slap to the face—the realization that Lawrence hadn't so much as glanced her way. He wasn't smiling. He wasn't turning back. He wasn't celebrating her. Instead, he was walking out of the room, his arm wrapped around Charlotte. And he hadn't said a single word to Carly. Rage overtook her in a heartbeat. Carly stormed toward Lawrence, her eyes gleaming with tears of pure fury. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" "Hmm... heading home to celebrate with my family?" Lawrence Dalton replied casually, as if the answer were obvious.

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