At the living hall of the Aniston family
“Julius Clarkson, how dare you help those outsiders go against me?”
“I didn’t, honey.”
“Then why didn’t you hit that bitch? Why are you so afraid of Alexander Parker?”
Upon reaching home, Anna who was outraged had smashed everything she could in the house, she then pointed at Julius who was kneeling on the ground on the nose and bawled. Julius had completely lost the dignity he displayed in front of other people at the moment. He lowered his head and allowed Anna to hit and shout at him.
He lowered his voice and continued to explain. “Honey, we can’t mess with Parker.” The Aniston Constructions was only a construction company and how could they fight against the business empire of the Parker’s? Fighting against them was like throwing straws against the wind.
Obviously, Anna had been living in a bed of roses since child and she could get anything she wanted, therefore how could she endure that kind of humiliation? Even if she was facing the Queen of England, she would not feel intimidated at all. She stared at Julius’s timid look in contempt and after letting him finished his words, she gave a slap on his face. “Get lost! You pathetic waste!”
She glanced through the whole wall of books and could not help but admire Alexander’s powerful strength. She was too absorbed in her admiration that she did not notice the box she was carrying had accidentally touched the photo frame on a table. The sound of the photo frame dropping onto the ground was exceptionally clear that it almost scared the daylight out of her.
Realizing she had caused a trouble, Allison knelt down in panic and picked the frame up. Fortunately the frame was not made of glass and she would be pretty doomed if it broke to pieces. There was no one in the photo but solely a snow-covered landscape. After making sure the frame is fine, she patted her chest and stood to her feet, wanting to put the frame back to its original place, yet it was at that moment, the photo slipped out of the frame followed by a yellowed card.
She swore she did not intend to see what was written on it, yet those nicely-handwritten words still entered her lines of sight: I love you, Alex. From, Elaine.
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