Samuel Grant gritted his teeth and asked, "So you have been acting all along, never truly caring for me? Did you know that the person who appeared in the room that night was your uncle, and not mistakenly thought it was me? Was the ten billion dollars you claimed was for commemorating our love also a lie?"
Clara Bennett lowered her enchanting eyes slightly. "Of course, it was to deceive you. Did you really believe it? True love can never be measured with money. Someone who truly loves you would choose to forgive all your mistakes, but at that time, I only cared about your money."
The sarcasm in Clara's eyes was like a sharp knife, stabbing fiercely into Samuel Grant's heart, almost driving him insane.
At this moment, she appeared both beautiful and enchanting, like a dangerously alluring fairy.
If anyone were unfortunate enough to be mesmerized by such a woman, the ultimate result would likely be being drained of everything.
