Chapter 3

"Goodbye, gentlemen."

Then she turned around, before even stepping out of the cabin, Zona Lawrence heard a nasty voice say, 'Hey, you haven't taken your money yet, it's hard-earned money, you know!'

Zona Lawrence clenched her fists, then turned around, her lips trembling slightly, she picked up the stack of money and said.

"Thank you, gentlemen, thank you, General Qiao."

Then she hurriedly turned again, but this time, her body was forcefully dragged back, her money snatched away, and Amos Sari's voice was fierce, "I suddenly feel that giving you this money is only torturing myself! You Zona Lawrence, you don't deserve it!"

Each word landed with impact.

To Zona Lawrence, it was like a thunderbolt.

“Alright, you can leave!” The look, as if discarding garbage, turned Zona Lawrence’s eyes bloodshot.

Her eyelashes trembled, and tears gathered in her sockets.

You can’t cry, Zona Lawrence, haven’t you always known that even if you did, no one would feel sorry for you!

They would only become worse, treating you like a clown!

Watching Zona Lawrence bow her head as if dead pigs don't fear boiling water, Amos Sari hated it. When did his Zona Lawrence become like this? He didn't recognize her anymore.

In his memories, that lovely, obedient girl had vanished with the passage of time.

Realizing this, Amos Sari flew into a rage. "Bang!" The wine bottle exploded on the ground, shattering glass fragments scattered everywhere.

The man roared in anger, "Get out!"

Today, Amos Sari didn't know how many times he had said "get lost," directed at his former girlfriend, the closest and most beloved one he had ever had.

Zona Lawrence trembled, finally remembering her duty, she knelt down to pick up the pieces, her fingers cut by urgency, leaving behind fresh red blood, which she subconsciously licked into her mouth, then stumbling and fleeing in panic.

Outside the private room, Zona Lawrence was dressed exquisitely, and by her side, it was really Gu Jie, the woman who had helped her.

Zona Lawrence's expression was somewhat embarrassed; she had thought Gu Jie was looking at her with pity and wanted to help her.

Now, she understood. She and · were on the same side!

Zona Lawrence lowered her head, wanting to leave without a word, but her wishes ultimately went in vain.

A drunkard came head-on, startling Zona Lawrence, but she saw the man staggering into the bathroom, where he let out a series of violent retches over the sink.

"Sir, are you alright?" Zona Lawrence asked softly as she approached.

The man merely glanced at her, then continued to vomit violently. Between bouts of vomiting, he spat out one word: “Get lost!”

Zona Lawrence felt a little embarrassed. As she came out of the bathroom, she saw Wanda Lawrence and Gu Jie walking toward her, still talking to each other.

She quickly hid behind the door, covering her body completely.

She heard Wendy Lawrence's voice, a bit sharp, saying, "Sister-in-law, you don't know Amos is particular about cleanliness? How can you still let Zona Lawrence that bitch in? What are you thinking!"

Sister-in-law is just a manager, meeting someone like Wendy Lawrence, a young lady, and also the fiancée of Amos Saracho, the manager, Sister-in-law wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and quickly said.

“Miss Lawrence, after I let Zona Lawrence in to smoke, it wasn't out of consideration for her being the sister-in-law of President Qiao, after all, she's family, and it's easier to take care of her.”

Wanda Lawrence sneered, “Sister-in-law, you're not thinking that Zona Lawrence can get back together with Amos Sari and then you can reap the benefits, are you!”

Sister-in-law's expression froze, “How could I possibly think that, Miss Lawrence? I wouldn't dare, rest assured, if you don't like her, I'll make him leave immediately.”

Your sister is a sensible person, I can tell you honestly, your approach like this, I am very dissatisfied, and also, Amos doesn't like it either. After saying this, Wanda Lawrence held her chin up and entered the top private room.

Crouching behind the door, Zona Lawrence's expression gradually became embarrassed. Why did Wanda Lawrence treat her like this? She had left the Lawrence family, and she didn't want Amos Sarri either. She didn't fight back, why won't she just give her a way out?

Zona Lawrence's white teeth were about to crack as she widened her eyes, trying to find a focal point in the Hunan environment.

She had thought about fighting tooth and nail with the Lawrence family, but the moment she thought of her mother still comatose in the hospital bed, she lost her courage.

She had weaknesses, she had people who needed her care. If she were alone, she could move forward fearlessly, but—

Zona Lawrence seemed lost, her shoulders hunched as she was about to leave, only to have a hand rest on her shoulder accompanied by a hoarse "oof" that made Zona Lawrence jump.

She turned sharply, thinking it was the group of people, but seeing the face of the person who came, Zona Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief.

It was the young man who had been vomiting earlier, after finishing, his condition had improved considerably, though his face was a bit red.

By the looks of it, this man has been eavesdropping for quite some time.

She hadn't noticed before, but this man has a very good-looking face, with long eyebrows and slightly upturned corners of his eyes—classic phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, but his mouth is a bit thin, making him seem unapproachable.

"Hey, you're the one from the Lawrence family who was kicked out?" Speaking so bluntly, Zona Lawrence's face turned pale; she had indeed been right—just moments ago, he had told her to get lost!

“Did you hear me talking!” Seeing Zona Lawrence’s expression remained unchanged and her eyes were still dark, the man grabbed her chin and forced Zona Lawrence to look up.

Zona Lawrence’s chin was pinched painfully, she let out a “” sound, then looked at the young man, whose attractive eyes narrowed, as if a leopard was examining its prey, “Gars Bower!”

The man's thin lips spoke two words, yet they sent Zona Lawrence into shock.

His last name was Howl! It was the Howl family who had betrayed Amos Sary back then!

When Zona Lawrence was thrown into prison, she was unable to defend herself, as the evidence gathered by the other party had nailed her to the , she would never betray Amos Sary, but within the Howl family, she had been found with text messages and emails Howl family members.

Her imprisonment was the result of joint efforts by several families, and among them included the family!

Zona Lawrence's body trembled slightly, she was afraid, afraid of these people who had once hurt her.

The string in her brain was taut, and Zona Lawrence subconsciously wanted to flee.

But Gales 's hand gripped her, preventing her from escaping.

“Let go—let go!” Zona Lawrence struggled.

The man looked at Zona Lawrence as if she were a kitten, weak in strength and timid in speech. Filled with malicious thoughts, he suddenly lowered his head, pressing his lips against Zona Lawrence’s ear.

Warm breath hit her neck, “Back then, when you allied with the Pawl family and nearly brought Amos Sari to his knees, Zona Lawrence, you’re quite the fighter!”

Zona Lawrence didn't catch it.

Garth Bower's tone was complex, as if he was satisfied, but beyond satisfaction, it was mixed with resentment that she didn't understand.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening came from Amos Sari's private room.

"Amos, you're drunk, I'm worried about you," it was Wanda Lawrence.

Amos Sarai, supported, stood at a distance from Zona Lawrence, and when the woman approached, he shifted to the side.

This scene entered Zona Lawrence's eyes; she felt uncomfortable, but more so, she was afraid.

Gars Bower keenly noticed Zona Lawrence's state, his hands gripping tighter, not allowing Zona Lawrence to evade.

Watching those people approach step by step, Zona Lawrence's expression collapsed completely, "Please, I don't want to meet them, please, let me go."

This pitiful look provoked every malicious instinct in Gars 's heart, he chuckled twice, his head lowered even lower, their hair intertwined, their mouths almost kissing.

A loud exclamation rang out from the ground: “What a shame!” It was Amos Sari.

The other person’s eyes turned red with anger, which built into a storm of fury inside.

Zona Lawrence subconsciously turned her head away, but she couldn’t escape that gaze that felt like it was scanning her completely.

“Young Master Huo, so eager to pick up girls right after returning to the country. And they’re just those rejected women I gave up on. What a sense of fun you have!” Amos Sari sneered.

Broken shoes?

Zona Lawrence's eyelashes trembled, followed by a bitter laugh. Well, she was already a shameless bitch in his heart. What was the use of her explaining further?

Witnessing the change in Zona Lawrence's expression, Gars Bower's heart stirred. This woman had actually evoked a hint of tenderness in his heart.

He looked up, holding Zona Lawrence's shoulders with one hand, pulling her completely into his embrace, before finally saying to Amos Sari, 'President Qiao, it should have nothing to do with who Zona wants to be with, right? After all, you already have a fiancée, don't you?'

Amos Sari was furious, while the called-out Wanda Lawrence had an even worse expression on her face.

She stepped forward a few steps, hugged Amos Sari's shoulder, and declared to Zona Lawrence, "Sister, since you also have a good destination, I wish you well."

Wanda Lawrence managed a forced smile.

The power of the Bower family is comparable to that of the Sari family, Zona Lawrence actually managed to get involved with the eldest son of the Bower family, she really underestimated her.

“Miss Lawrence, then I’ll take Zona with me. Have fun.” Then Gars Ball reached out and gently stroked the top of Zona Lawrence’s head twice. “Let’s go too.”

Then, he took Zona Lawrence’s hand and their fingers intertwined.

Touching the soft, boneless hands in his palm, Gars Baul pinched them satisfactorily. This woman—not only did she have soft hair, but her hands were also soft.

He actually had the thought of not wanting to let go.