A woman's words are simply unbelievable. Tears fill her eyes, making her look fragile like a small white flower.
However, Jackie Qualls just glanced at her coldly. His voice lacked the warmth of the past, "Let go."
Tiffany Lynch widened her eyes, unable to believe that the man who had always been gentle and courteous in front of her could show such a side. Subconsciously, she let go of his hand.
The man walked past her and left.
Only then did Tiffany regain her senses and shouted at his back, "Jackie, you promised to stand by me as my most loyal knight."
The man stopped in his tracks, and Tiffany's heart leapt for joy. However, she then heard his icy voice, tinged with a hint of self-mockery. "Isn't having George River enough for you?"
"I..." Tiffany Lynch opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to explain, "I thought we would be good friends."
"Good friends." Jackie Qualls repeated the words, his scornful gaze intensifying. This time, he didn't hesitate and walked away.
