Jerome probably never knew, since the last time she was taken by Enrique to see him and Lena, her
heart had been silently looking forward to seeing them again.
Now she finally saw him, but she didn't expect to see him under such an occasion.
"If you really can't help it, just contact me. But you have to tell me first why you are unhappy?"
Noticing that there was something wrong with the woman in front of him, Jerome frowned slightly. His
pleasant voice sounded like the cold rain, but there was a faint sense of worry in it.
Looking at Teresa in front of him, a face of a person appeared in his mind. Then Jerome could not help
but clench his hands.
"I'm not unhappy. I just feel like I'm a loser. I don't have anything in this city. And even now I have
reached the situation that I have nothing except Enrique."
Upon hearing that question of Jerome, Teresa laughed at himself and slowly shook her head.
Although she tried her best to contain her emotions and did not want the man to see through her
abnormality, the far-fetched smile on her lips completely betrayed her situation, which deeply hurt
Jerome's heart.
Jerome took a deep breath. Naturally, he didn't believe her and didn't want to let her go.
"Did Enrique bully you?"
He could not help but spit out his doubts, looking at Teresa nervously, hoping that she could tell him
honestly what had happened no matter what the truth was.
However, at this moment, Jerome had forgotten who they were.
She's not the Abigale she used to be. And he wasn't the brother Jerome who loved her. There was
already a lot of block between the two of them.
How could the thing, which had been completely deformed, get back to its original shape safe and
sound?
"He didn't bully me. I just gave myself a sudden sigh. Go and change your clothes!"
Teresa shifted the topic of conversation at once, then showed a sweet smile deliberately and her tone
suddenly became relaxed and happy. She did not want to upset the man in front of her.
Because now she has already had no such qualification.
Now the two of them were only business partners, and the cooperation had ended.
Jerome stared at Teresa in front of him and was clear that no matter what he said, he could not ask
anything out. He wanted to comfort Teresa and he opened his mouth but could not utter a word as if
there was something stuck in his throat.
Reluctantly, he nodded his head and was about to leave. However, he had just taken one step and
stopped again.
"If you have to force a smile in front of me now, then I am really a loser."
As a matter of fact, Jerome was trying to comfort her. But the moment he spoke, all the words became
so strong. He frowned a little and tried to defend himself, but he felt that it was useless to say anything.
That was all he said. Then Jerome went farther and farther in Teresa's sight.
Watching the man's receding figure, Teresa reached out her hand to hold the electric wire pole beside
her, looking very painful.
Why was it that the person who saw through Teresa's disguise was always Jerome? Why Enrique
didn't understand her?
At the thought of this, she couldn't help but feel so disappointed. Her eyes were even moist, and
everything in front of her was completely blurred. She raised her head and took a deep breath, holding
back her tears.
Teresa didn't know how long she had walked on the street. By the time she realized what had
happened, she had already found a cold drink shop silently and sat at a table near the window, absent-
minded.
On the other hand, Yilia, who had already left the scene, popped up in a corner of the venue's parking
lot.
Bang!
Yilia's was slapped in the face. She was hit by Soraya. Although Soraya was a head shorter than her
but she is still imposing.
"You'd better explain to me why there is a problem today! Did you say that you were given the full
authority to design the project by Enrique?"
Soraya sounded as if she was still losing her temper over the game.
Yilia, who had been slapped in the face, just stood there silently holding out her hand to her cheek. She
dared not show any sign of resistance. She was a far cry from the way she used to strut about in the
office.
"I'm just a design director. And you've heard that Enrique asked me to take charge of the project, but I
didn't know that he found someone to replace me temporarily!"
She gently bit her lip and her eyes gradually turned red. She explained to her with somewhat
unwillingness. Her voice was full of anger.
Yilia suddenly felt aggrieved. As she looked at Soraya, who is almost inhuman, Yilia suddenly felt that
she wished she could be more ordinary.
Why gave her the identity she was now, and why, she had become this way.
"If I can't defeat the TH Group, PL Group will never be the jewelry industry leader! I have spent so
much time and energy on it. Finally, my efforts are in vain! You can't do anything right! What a crap!"
Soraya swore at her. Because each of what she said was not cooked well by Yilia.
However, every word she said was like a knife, piercing Yilia's heart.
All of a sudden, Yilia wanted to ask the women in front of her that what kind of existence she was in her
heart? Was she just a pawn?
But, Soraya apparently forgot that Yilia was a flesh and blood person, who had dignity and feelings.
"Listen carefully, Yilia. If Enrique finds out the relationship between you and the PL Group, I believe you
can handle it well. If you can't handle that, the PL Group won't recognize anything."
Soraya was furious. She then called the driver and left the venue in a hurry.
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