Angela saw Peter when she sent Kathy out, she sneered, “Who is this?”
“Auntie.” Peter greeted her and went downstairs.
He paused a while when he passed by Kathy.
Kathy ignored him.
“Kathy, I heard that he’s getting married, is it with that woman?” Angela couldn’t hide her gossipy nature.
Kathy nodded, walked out of the residence, not expecting that Peter hadn’t left yet.
He was standing beside the car, obviously waiting for her.
“Anything you want?” Kathy couldn’t help but stop as she was blocked by Peter.
“I want to ask you for a favour.” Peter looked at her.
“I’m not free.” Kathy frowned.”
“My mother is having mental disorder and has being asking to see you, can you go and appease her? Kathy, I’m begging you.” Peter’s tone was low.
He was suppressing.
“It seems like it has nothing to do with me anymore.” Kathy passed by him.
Peter said coldly behind her, “You’ve become too cold-blooded.”
“Isn’t that what I learnt from you? I’m not that stupid enough to send myself to the door to let her kill me again.” Her sentence was extremely cold.
Kathy rarely lost her temper, but they really hit her bottom line.
“My mother’s emotion is now under control with the help of medication, so she won’t do anything to you.” Peter moved forward, and grabbed Kathy’s wrist. Kathy’s face sank, and stomped on his foot.
Peter was in pain, but he didn’t let go of her.
Peter’s shoulder was suddenly clasped, he was clamped down by two bodyguards in black suits.
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