Oliver Bloom tore the clinging woman off him with such force that Emily Linn stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa.
Emily had a look of shock and immense sorrow.
Oliver showed no intention of being tender; with the chill of frost, he said,
"Whether I'm swimming or getting married, it's entirely my own business. I never promised you anything, much less deceived you. Emily Linn, please find your rightful place. Just because we have known each other for a long time doesn't mean you have the right to question me."
"Then who has the right to question you?! Elise Don?" Emily was on the brink of despair, mocking Oliver with a strained voice, "Does Elise Don know you're renting a room tonight and looking for women?!"
What room, what women.
Oliver just felt that this woman had gone mad.
He dialed a number to the bodyguard first, thinking that driving her away wasn't decisive enough, so he directly dialed Aunt Jade.
