If the person whose dress was torn tonight was Betsy Russell, he would send everyone to hell.
"How do you plan to handle this?" Sam Flack asked Jared Hughes curiously.
Jared Hughes looked impatiently at Sam Flack when he heard his voice and retorted, "Why are you still here?"
Sam Flack: ...
"Stop following me." Jared Hughes glanced coldly at Sam Flack, and only when he saw Sam compromising did he indifferently look away.
His world finally calmed down without someone buzzing around like a fly.
Jared Hughes walked to the second-floor terrace and somehow thought of Betsy Russell wearing a dark green evening gown. She stood out in such a simple dress.
She had changed a lot - her face no longer had a smile to please, and she radiated confidence from head to toe.
He was more infatuated with her like this.
But she didn't like him anymore.
Breathing seemed to become difficult, and Jared Hughes's expression became bewildered.
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