Alexander suddenly felt that Raymond was so annoying, but he himself was even more annoying. " Alright, I'll be damned if I talk about Scarlett to you again!"
For the first time, Alexander was so furious that he hung up the phone. Raymond was just pretending. If h e didn't care about Scarlett, why did he call him last night and tell him to send Antony away?
Raymond looked at the darkening phone screen, his eyes gloomy.
It has nothing to do with him.
The car slowly stopped in front of Scarlett's villa.
Antony inclined his head to look at her. "Scarlett, I'm sorry. I didn't know they would do that to you."
Scarlett raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I'm the one who should say sorry. Your godmother must be in a bad mood tonight."
Hearing her speak teasingly, Antony sighed in relief." Perhaps. But that's something my godfather needs to worry about."
Scarlett picked up her bag. "Well, Libby won't have a pleasant night either."
Antony smiled. "Adults always have to pay for their
mistakes." "Indeed. I'm going back. Good night."
"Good night."
Antony waved his hand and looked at her back, wondering if Scarlett was angry or not.
Scarlett felt much better than Antony thought. She was a person who always held grudges. At that year's birthday banquet, Libby and Tiffany deliberately made a fool of her. That was why she knew Libby was scheming against her tonight, but she just waited for her show.
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