Of course, York knew the Ling Group. Although it was not as big as the Zhao Company of his family, it was a big company in C City. When York attended the 18-year-old adult party, the president of the Ling Group, Jonson attended.
He remembered that Jonson had a daughter whose name was Jasmine? Although York didn't have a deep impression of her, he just remembered that she was wearing luxurious and famous brands.
But it didn't make sense. After all, Leona was the daughter of the Ling Family. The gap between the two daughters was too big. No, York didn't believe it. It must be that Greg was stirring up trouble. He wouldn't fall for it. York looked at Leona, hoping she could defend herself.
Leona's face was as pale as a sheet, and her body was shaking uncontrollably. She understood that Greg was trying to make York misunderstand her. However, Leona had nothing to say at all, because what Greg said was true.
"Leona, you have to tell me that he is lying!" Leona's silence made York fidgety and he knew that what Greg said might be true, but York insisted that Leona should explain. York would believe whatever she said.
"What? You are afraid to tell the truth? Do you want to see the headline tomorrow? By that time, everyone in the C City will laugh at your father. Or you don't care about your father's reputation at all?" Greg didn't bother to stir it up.
"Don't talk nonsense. Leona happens to have the same surname as Ling, how can you say that she is the second daughter of the Ling Group? Why I have always heard that there only one daughter of Ling Group. There is no second daughter. Don't sling mud at her!" York said excitedly.
At this moment, York thought he should stand out and speak for the girl he loved. Although Leona was the second daughter of the Ling family, the first thing he needed to do was to drive the disgusting man away. As for the identity of Leona, he could ask her later.
Moreover, York believed that with the innocence and kindness of Leona, it was impossible for her to deceive him, or perhaps Greg just wanted to provoke them.
"TSK, TSK. I really don't know if you are spoony or stupid. If she was not, why didn't she defend herself? How about I call the Ling family over and let them confront each other?" On the other side, Greg was looking at Leona with a smirk on his face.
"No, I, I admit I'm a member of the Ling Family, but things are not what you think. I..." On the one hand, Leona was afraid that York would misunderstand her. On the other hand, she was also afraid that Greg would call Jonson or Jasmine to come here.
If so, Leona would be more embarrassed in the Ling family. She could really become the bitch as Cynthia said, who was good at seducing men. Leona could even imagine that scene, which would make her even more perplexed.
"What Are you really the second daughter of the Ling family? Then why didn't you tell me before?" York looked at Leona in disbelief. Although he had already known the answer, he still could not bear to see her lie to him.
Out of the blue, York stood up and grabbed Leona's arm, trying to drag her away from Greg. As a man, if York could not even protect his woman, he would rather die.
Of course it was impossible for York to win this game, as Greg was holding Leona tightly in his arms and had no intention of letting her go.
But as two men gripped Leona's wrist hard, she felt a sharp pain coming from her arms. The wrist that had been yanked by York was exactly the one pulled by Greg. Before when Leona was pulled up by Greg, the wrist had already been bruised. Now she felt a sharp pain coming from the heart.
"Ouch, it hurts!" Leona couldn't help crying out, with beads of sweat on her little face.
"I'm sorry!" Even in a fit of anger, York thought of Leona's discomfort and immediately released his hand. But when he saw the bruises on her white and slender wrists, he thought that he made them black and blue, which made his heart ache.
York let go of Leona but that didn't mean he would compromise. He punched hard at Greg's handsome face.
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