Terrance and Alexia novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320 End This Dream

Terrence ignored Jarrett’s provocation and repeatedly asked that question.

“Have you met Alexa before?”

“Let me go first.”

“You have met her?” Terrence narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Did you take this ring from her?”

Jarrett raised the corner of his mouth and kept a casual look on his face.

“Not only have I met her before…”

Terrence’s face immediately darkened.

Jarrett continued, “I also hugged her, kissed her, and flirted with her. Otherwise, how did I get this ring?”

As soon as Jarrett finished speaking, Terrence punched Jarrett in the face.

“How dare you?”

Terrence said these words word by word, and a trace of danger appeared in his eyes.

Jarrett failed to dodge it, and he hit heavily onto the wall.

Even though Jarrett was in such a sorry state, he still maintained that casual look.

“What’s the use of beating me?”

“Where is she?”

“Where you can’t find her.” Jarrett tilted his head as if he had found something very interesting. “Do you want to see her? I can take you there.”

“If you dare to hurt her, I will make you regret that you have come to this world.”

Terrence’s threat was nothing in Jarrett’s ears.

The noise made by Terrence and Jarrett soon attracted the bodyguards from both sides.

At the same time, some guests heard the noise here and came.

But after seeing the two sides of the conflict, no one dared to open their mouths to say anything.

One was the new president of the Sheldon Group, and the other was the president of the Hudson Group.

No one present could afford to offend them.

A moment later, Aron rushed over with a few of his friends.

“Terrence…” Aron wanted to say something but stopped.

Terrence pursed his lips and stared at Jarrett with his malicious eyes.

But Jarrett did not care about it at all. He didn’t mind blowing up the matter at all.

Jarrett curled up his lips provocatively and narrowed his eyes.

More and more people came.

Finally, Terrence threw Jarrett away like he was throwing the trash.

“Mr. Ramsey, why don’t you keep beating me?”

“Jarrett, I don’t have much patience. You better understand what’s good for you,” Terrence said coldly.

“I understand it very well. You don’t have to remind me, Mr. Ramsey.” Jarrett slowly approached Terrence and whispered a few words in Terrence’s ear with a smile.

“One day, I will put a ring on her finger. Remember to attend our wedding.”

In an instant, Terrence’s hands, which were hanging by his sides, clenched again.

Aron was worried that things would really become worse, so he quickly asked a few friends to persuade Terrence to leave.

Terrence acted as if he could not hear the movements around him. After leaving the venue, he went straight to the garage.

Aron had just caught up, and Terrence had already driven his car out.

Seeing Terrence like this, Aron was worried that something might really happen to him, so he immediately called Rebekah.

Not long after, Terrence parked the car in front of the apartment where Alexa used to live.

Then, Terrence entered the apartment and went upstairs silently. Unexpectedly, he happened to meet an occupant upstairs.

It was a white-haired old lady. After she saw Terrence, she greeted him nicely.

“You are the young man who lives on the third floor, right?”

Terrence stopped and slightly restrained his cold temperament.

“I haven’t seen you for a long time. How are your wife and children?” the old lady asked.

Terrence paused for a moment.

Then, he replied, “We are alright. Thank you for your concern.”

After bidding farewell to the old lady, Terrence took out the key and opened the door.

The room was still the same, but Terrence was the only one here now.

Terrence did not want to go back to the villa now.

That villa was big, empty, and quiet, making Terrence panic.

Terrence thought that things would be better after he came here. However, those traces left by Alexa would only make Terrence hurt.

Terrence suddenly wanted to drink.

But when Terrence remembered that he had promised Alexa that he wouldn’t drink anymore, he immediately dismissed this thought.

Alcohol could not dilute the pain. It could only delay one’s perception.