"Hannah Winter, you're nothing more than a stand-in, a toy that I bought with my money. Our relationship is nothing more than a transaction."

By the window, the curtains moved slightly. The man stood tall, his dark suit outlining his perfect physique. The grin on his lips was perfect and ruthless. The contract in his hands was thrown mercilessly onto the floor.

The disbanded contract papers landed at the woman's feet.

Hannah, her head bowed, let the tears roll down her white cheeks, managing to choke out in a hoarse voice, "George, I was wrong. I shouldn't have messed with Miss Lynch. I really know I was wrong."

The woman mustered the courage to lift her head, staring at the man almost within her reach. Her still immature face was stubborn as she cautiously clutched at the corner of the man's shirt. "Won't you believe me? I really do love you. What do I lack compared to Miss Lynch? Tell me, and I'll change. I really do love you. Let's not break up, okay?"

She pleaded in a completely humble tone.

Hannah had been with George for two years. Throughout those two years, George had never done anything overly intimate with her. Even hand-holding was rare, let alone kissing.

Their relationship was always transparent, a transaction where George provided her with money and resources, and she played the role of a stand-in.

But now, Tiffany Lynch was back. The true leading lady was back, and she, the stand-in, was worthless, ready to be discarded at any moment.

George chuckled, reaching out to hold the woman's chin, lifting it. His gaze fell on her lips, bitten raw. A smile spread across his face, cold and cruel. "Hannah, I've told you before not to mess with Tiffany. But you?"

"Who gave you the courage to cross Tiffany? Do you know the biggest difference between you and Tiffany?"

Hannah, shaking, let out a new stream of hot tears and stiffly shook her head.

The man pulled up the corner of his lips, "Because Tiffany is pure and clean of heart. She will never say she loves a man for a measly five million."

"And you, saying you love me? Do you think you're worthy?"

These few words, so light, made Hannah's face turn pale as a sheet. She stared at the man in disbelief.

He coldly and decisively pulled her hands off his clothes. "This mansion is yours. The company will contact you later to terminate the contract. The penalty will be deposited into your account."

The woman was pushed to the ground clumsily, her head lowered. Her messy hair shielded her pale face and the tears that fell on the ground.

But George simply left without a backward glance.

The room door was left half-closed, only allowing a faint yellow light to enter. Small sobbing sounds echoed throughout.

Hannah, hugging her shoulders, shuddered slightly, head still down, without making a sound.

The whole scene was bleak and dreary.

In the live streaming room of Stellar, even those who clamored to watch the tragic story of Blue Star couldn't help wiping away tears.

Has Glass Shards Eaten Today: Boo hoo hoo ~ The host is so pitiful, this male lead is such a scumbag!

Commander of Stellar's Wife: So tragic, it's too much. It's enjoyable to watch, but the host is really pitiful, her eyes are all red from crying.

Was the Host Bullied Again Today: Only the word 'tragic' can describe this scene. There's no way to repay for the tragic plot, so here's a Stellar Yacht as encouragement!

Once the first big spender appeared, the live streaming room quickly filled with all kinds of virtual gifts, all generously given by the wealthy viewers.