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When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 204
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His eyes twinkled as he looked ahead, "Yeah." I was confused. "Why not call the police then?" "Idiot." Mark chuckled. "Do you think the old lady celebrating her 80th birthday today would agree tocalling the cops? Sometimes, there are other ways to achieve the sresult." That statement was intriguingly profound.

Surprised, I turned to Mark and smiled. "Mark, you're different from the Mark I knew before." "How so?" He paused, looking at me, "Or... do you not like this side of me?" "No way!" I immediately protested, praising him, "You've becsharper and more clever than the Mark I remember. I'm really impressed by how thoroughly you think things out." In a situation like ours, we had no one to rely on but ourselves, especially since he was deep in the treacherous waters of the Larson family. Not being thorough was a recipe for disaster.

He seemed momentarily stunned, his eyes lighting up. "Really?" HCategories Search...

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204/205 "Absolutely." I nodded earnestly.

Maybe it was just my imagination, but Mark seemed to have let out a silent sigh of relief, his tension easing considerably as if my question had made him nervous.

When entering the Larson family's banquet hall, I realized that the attendees weren't just the upper class of RiverCity but also snew faces.

Mark gotsfood from the buffet, saying, "I need to step out for a bit.

You relax here, and callif you need anything." "Sure." I smiled softly, accepting the plate of Western cuisine.

The banquet hall buzzed with activity, and typically blending into the background, I found the perfect spot to enjoy squiet.

I was just there for the , but it still stung.

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Unexpectedly, without hesitation and quite proudly, Margaret tilted her chin up. "Yes, that's me. What about it?"

Probably, Margaret wasn't used to these kinds of events, dressed to the nines

in a V-neck gown that flaunted her figure and a high slit that offered glimpses of her thigh.

"Divorce him." The command was clear in the rich girl's tone.

Margaret's eyes widened. "What did you say?"