"Crystal, someone as deceitful as him doesn't deserve to say he loves you," Philip Allen murmured to himself. "Only I truly love you in this world."
"Hyland Riley is dead, and Mr. Harrington is gone too. I've secured fifty percent of the Riley Family shares. They wronged you, but don't worry, I'll make sure they pay for it. I promise!"
Philip's eyes grew more determined. He was never a saint to begin with. During his school days, he wore a mask of harmlessness, and everyone thought he was gentle and easygoing. In truth, it was all an act.
That was until he met Crystal Foster.
It was a summer afternoon when a girl in a white dress hurriedly approached him with a suitcase, a shy smile gracing her face.
"Hello, I'm Crystal Foster, here as an exchange student," she introduced herself.
