"Mr. Russo, I think you already know my true identity. Then you should know that whatever you can do, the heir of the Vargas Group can, too.
"I don't need you at all."
Her words were ruthless and heartless.
The Zayla from before was already dead.
Simon smiled bitterly.
He loved her. If he didn't love her, why would he go through all the trouble of marrying her, a girl from the mountains, without knowing who she really was?
It was just that in these five years, the Russo Group's rapid growth let him ignore her, making him feel that everything she did for him was righteous. After all, she was his wife. He took everything for granted.
Later, he realized that she had been sacrificing silently. She contributed greatly to the Russo Group's thriving. However, it was too late.
"I won't give up. I will insist till the last day of my life." His eyes were scarlet, and he looked at Zayla with deep affection.