Eve Thompson furrowed her brows.
Could this woman be so desperate as to kneel down? Did she think this was ancient times when kneeling down and begging would make something happen?
She continued to secretly watch.
Would the sympathetic Mr. Darcy soften up?
Then, she saw Flynn Darcy take a step back. He seemed disappointed in the woman in front of him. After a long pause, he spoke with a somewhat cold tone, "You know me."
Rejected again.
Jasmine Aiken was initially crying, but upon hearing those words, she bit her lip, and her crying gradually stopped.
She looked up at Flynn Darcy with despair, "You really won't help me?"
She clenched her fists.
Flynn Darcy shook his head.
Jasmine Aiken suddenly stood up. The weather was cold, so she was wearing a coat.
But at that moment, she threw her bag onto the chair and took off her coat, revealing her sleeves, which she rolled up and presented to Flynn Darcy. She cried out in anguish, "Flynn! Even if I beg you, it's no use?!"
