Face It, You're Still Obsessed with Me!
Mr. Louise mentioned, "He went out to take a call. He should be back soon." Naomi nodded, unable to shake the image of Cynthia surrounded by a posh entourage in the SVIP box.
SVIP box...
What stroke of luck did Cynthia have? Why did she keep stumbling, while Cynthia effortlessly soared to new heights every time? With these thoughts, Naomi suddenly lost her appetite.
When Cynthia emerged from the restroom, a familiar voice echoed from behind, "Cynthia, you just couldn't resist following, could you?" Cynthia's brows subtly furrowed, seemingly ignoring everything. She not only continued walking, but she didn't even deign to spare a glance.
Joe caught up with her swift, resolute figure, "Admit it, you can't forget me!" He reached for Cynthia's wrist, but she coldly shook it off, displaying a disgusted expression, as if she had just been contaminated by trash.