NovelAppChapter 696
Sylvie brictly pondered Bruce‘s change in personality but quickly forgot all about it. After all, she had m
ore pressing matters to worry about other than him,
Its been almost a month since I obtained a tina / was planning to seek Zayne‘s help and sly abroad qui etly. Alas nyarwantilor crpoved. Smer / hair lo connections tuith the Zorgler family, there‘s no way he‘ll hein na trhonch ihr Zadar family has 17mained silenl for now, / kunto danning that I‘m nol Old Mi: Zaigl er‘s granddaughter. When those who seer sucking up to the family or sccking its help see that, theyll su rely be furious. My reputation will be in the
caks online. If those people go to the Zeigler residence lo demand an erplanation, and Old Mr. Zeigler gets angry and decides to pursue the matter; 17l be doomed too.
All those thoughts weighed heavily on her mind to the point that she felt suffocated.
Its so unfair‘ Ihy was I born into such a miserable life? No matter how hard I try. I can never climb to the ranks of the rich and powerful. Every day, I have to liv e in fear and worry about whether I can make it to the next day.
Sylvie had not truly cried ever since she was sixteen years old.
But now, the fear, anger. grievances, indignance, and other emotions she had bottled up within her burs
t forth, causing her eyes to well with tears.
Soon, the floodgates opened, and tears streanned down her face. There was no stopping them. and th
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It was only when the piercing blare of a car honking rang out that she jolted to her senses and quickly h
eld back her tears. Sporting a taxi approaching, she quickly waved it down and got in.
To the airport, please.”
By the time Sylvie arrived at Baykeep, it was already past four o‘clock in the afternoon.
It was a rainy day at Baykeep,
Although it was still the afternoon, the skies were so dark
and gloomy that it felt as though it was nighttime.
After taking a taxi to the Zeigler residence, she used makeup remover wipes to remove her rychner and
bright lipstick. Then, she applied a layer of foundation in a light shade that made berlook sukly pale
After spending a lot of me with Herbert, she knew very well that he was soft–
hearted and could not bear to see someone cry
Sylvie had the taxi driver Op sone distance from the Zeigler residence, then chose a small path and he
aded toward the house that was bitumed ball winy up the mountain Glancing downward after walking to
t while she suddenly lost loer lucting and tell will the hard, stone steps before tumbling all the way to the
bottom
It felt as though a car had run over her and shattered hier bones.
She lay there for a long time, unable to get up, and every breath she took was painful. There was a gl
azed look in her eyes as she raised her head to gaze at the dark sky.
What‘s the point of living is life is so hard?
However, indignance and determination surged within her as she recalled her childhood. her pitiful mot
her and the vow she had made.
Gritting her teeth, she placed both hands on the ground and slowly got to her feet before climbing the st
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A security guard stood ramrod straight inside the guardhouse at the Zeigler residence‘s large iron gates
. He was a retired soldier, and his sharp gaze pierced through the heavy rain as he closely monitored th
e surroundings.
It did not take him long to notice that a woman was heading in his direction.
She hunched her right shoulder as though it were injured, and there were mud stains on her white dres
s. She looked disheveled and pitiful.
Once the security guard had a clear look at the woman‘s face, he said frostily, “Ms. Clasen, you‘re not
welcomed here.”
Even I. someone who has worked here for less than three years, know how much Old Mr: Zergler miss es his second daughter: This woman is utterly despicable for daring to trick a man who‘s already in his seventies.
Sylvie pressed her lips together, swallowing the droplets of rain on her lips. “I‘m here to apologize to the
general.”
The security guard gave a humorless bark of laughter, his expression cold and indifferent.
Sylvie did not utter another word. Instead, she walked over to the large iron gates and fell to her knees
on the cold, muddy ground.
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