"I have a question to ask." As Jared Hughes met Betsy Russell's eyes filled with disgust, his heart ached faintly.
"What do you want to ask?" Betsy Russell raised an eyebrow, as if understanding at once, and laughed, "Do you want to ask me how I plan to deal with Vicki Lindsey? Don't worry, I've long stopped liking you. As long as she doesn't provoke me, I won't take action against her. Now that you've got your answer, you can leave!"
Each word she said was like a knife, mercilessly stabbing him, a thousand cuts.
"That's not it." Jared Hughes answered dejectedly with these two words.
Betsy Russell looked up at Jared Hughes, saying impatiently, "Jared Hughes, hurry up and leave, you're seriously affecting my mood!"
"Are you with Thad Drew now?"
Hearing Jared Hughes's question, Betsy Russell was taken aback, laughing coldly, then retorting, "My matters have nothing to do with you!"
