The man spoke with a commanding presence.
If Eve Thompson hadn't been certain that she didn't know him, she might have fallen for his charisma at this very moment.
Unfortunately, sensing the coldness emanating from the vinegar jar beside her, Eve hurriedly tried to retrieve her sleeve and explained hastily to Anthony Charlie, "Anthony, you have to believe me, I don't know him at all!"
Upon hearing this, Anthony nodded, reached out to grasp her other hand, and then coldly glared at Reginald Bates, saying, "Let go of my fiancée."
Doesn't know him?
Reginald squinted his eyes.
The man's next words made him feel as if his heart had been ruthlessly targeted.
Fiancée...
That's right, she was his fiancée!
She was originally the young miss of the Thompson family, not the poor girl named String from Shangri-La.
So, was everything she showed at Shangri-La just a temporary indulgence?
Reginald's grip on Eve's hand tightened, as if he wanted to tear her apart!
