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Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 113

At Skyler's words, Starry paused at the car door and turned around to glower at her, "You are the one who committed mistakes first and then violated our contract later. Now you even threaten me because of the compensation damages. Yet, Ms. Rees, I believe that I need to remind you that we are now standing just in front of the court where you were sentenced to the compensation damages of 20 million. Well, do you think that there is any responsibility I need to shoulder if you commit suicide here?"

Starry said in a soft tone, which threw Skyler in greater despair. However, having no other choice, she shouted to threaten Starry again, "You made me! I don't want to be a bitch either! But you made me one! All of you made me one! If I die, you can get nothing from me!"

Starry eyed her and sneered, "Whatever, I don't care about your money."

Then, she folded her umbrella and got in her car.

Wyatt cast a disdainful look at Skyler, raised one eyebrow, and then got in Starry's car.

Noticing that Starry had already fastened her seatbelt, Wyatt immediately fastened his.

Starry glanced at him and asked, "Shall we go, Mr. Mathews?"

"Yes, let's go."

The engine was revved and the car began to run.

Skyler stood just dozens of centimeters in front of Starry's car. Yet, Starry spun the wheel to bypass her without any hesitation.

They soon left the garden of the court. When Skyler's figure finally disappeared in the rearview mirror, Wyatt collected his eyes and turned to look at Starry, "Ms. Bradley, aren't you afraid that she would commit suicide?"

The car was on a wider road now. Starry tilted her head to eye him and said smilingly, "If I tell you that I am not, will you be scared of my cruelty?"

Wyatt chuckled, "Well, I won't and you are actually not cruel. I admire your calmness. Your composure was still maintained even when she threatened you in such a way."

The red traffic light was on and Starry stopped the car. She exchanged a look with Wyatt and said, "I don't like to be threatened."

Especially when threatened by someone like Skyler Rees.

Wyatt raised one eyebrow, "Me too."

Starry grinned. She opened the drawer between the two seats and took a box of candy out, "Mr. Mathews, do you want some candy?"

Packaged in transparently colorful wrappers, the red crystal candies look shiningly attractive in the iron box.

Wyatt took one and asked, "You like candy, Ms. Bradley?"

"Not really. It's just a sudden appetite."

She also took one and then put the iron box back into the drawer.

Unwrapping the candy, Wyatt smelt a strong fragrance of watermelon before he tasted it. Once in the mouth, the candy filled his tongue with the fresh sweetness of watermelon.

It was delicious.

The green light was on and Starry revved the engine again.

When they arrived at Flamewarden Hall, it was already 5 past 12. Starry parked her car and said, "We are here, Mr. Mathews."

She unfastened the seatbelt and got out of the car.

Wyatt got out of the car too. Noticing that Starry was following him with an umbrella, he reached out to help her, "Let me hold it for you."

Starry accepted his offer. After all, Wyatt was higher than her, so it would be tiring for her to hold the umbrella high in the air for him.

Filip saw Starry and Wyatt walking shoulder to shoulder in front of him as soon as he got out of his car, and so did Lily.

Yet, Lily did not recognize Starry since she did not see her face.

Realizing that Filip was also staring at them, Lily could not help saying, "What a well-matched couple."

Then, she looked up and met Filip's dark unreadable eyes.

Filip frowned, "I don't think do."

Lily was scared by his eyes and tone.

Before she could recover her composure, Filip had already headed for the Flamewarden Hall.

Lily pouted, "They are indeed well-matched."

Since the lunch was not within their plan, both Starry and Wyatt did not book a room.

Without reservation, they could only have their lunch in the main hall.

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