What does it mean to pour water through a bamboo basket for nothing!
That's Joel Quinn right now!
At this moment, he tore off that mask of false gentleness, revealing a selfish and ferocious face, angrily glaring at Claire Sullivan.
His furious gaze made Claire Sullivan uneasy. She steadied her mind and turned to look out the window.
The scenery outside remained the same, yet everything and everyone had changed.
"If you don't want to sign, then get out."
She didn't love Joel Quinn. To her, Joel Quinn was a dream she had painstakingly woven.
A beautiful dream, yet she had been unwilling to tear it down and see how disgusting it was inside.
Now, having truly torn it down, she realized it was nothing special after all!
"Claire Sullivan, you never considered me as human."
A sinister voice came from behind Claire Sullivan, every word chilling and full of hatred.
"Just wait, you'll get what's coming to you."
