Chapter 71
“Flora was rumored to have a tangled web of relationships with numerous men at the school, her reputation stained with whispers of scandal. Do you know Aaron? Once, Flora harbored a deep affection for him, clinging to him relentlessly. Flora might look cool now, but she is despised by everyone at school. Don’t believe it? You can check for yourself at school.”
Jennifer grew more assertive, “Your family isn’t exactly high–status either. You’re with her just for her money, aren’t you? Well, my family is wealthier than hers! My father is the CEO of the Haines Medi. You have everything if you’re with me!”
Jennifer’s fondness for Connor was merely skin deep. He wasn’t the kind of man she’d consider marrying. The man in her future was to be of the highest caliber. If Connor was smart, he’d accept her offer and become her discreet lover.
Connor bore the calm of a still pond disguising a brewing storm. Haines Media… Hmm.
“As long as she chooses to be with me, her past doesn’t matter,” he said, his demeanor unchanged, as though being with Flora was a blessing he’d earned.
Jennifer was momentarily speechless, “I can’t believe you’re not bothered about her past escapades!” Any normal man would be bothered by his girlfriend’s past, right?
“I understand my girl more than anyone else. I don’t need others to tell me about her,” he calmly retorted.
Enraged, Jennifer blurted out, “She’s nothing but a bitch!”
With the utterance of the word ‘bitch, the air around them grew tense. Connor’s gaze turned icy, the deepest depths of winter embedded in his eyes. It was sharp and piercing, leaving Jennifer chilled to the bone. Meeting his gaze, Jennifer felt her knees buckle, her throat tighten, suffocating her.
Half of Connor’s face was illuminated harshly, his voice colder than ice as he retorted, “Jennifer, consider yourself lucky. I’m not one to raise my hand at a woman. But your words reflect poorly on you. It seems Christopher needs to impose a firmer hand on his children.”
Christopher was Jennifer’s father’s name.
Regaining composure, Jennifer all but sneered. He may have a strong aura, but he was nothing more than a pauper. With a mere word, she could ruin him.
Shaking off her fear, she shot back, “My father’s name doesn’t belong in your mouth! You’re nothing more than a poor imposter. What do you think you are?”
“Mr. Connor! Miss Jennifer!” An interruption came. Devin was hurrying towards them. He was her father’s trusted aide overseeing the concert’s security.
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Jennifer, oblivious to his distinctly respectful greeting of Connor, hastily ordered, “Devin, perfect timing! I want this man thrown out!” She failed to notice the obvious deference in Devin’s gaze toward Connor.
Upon hearing Jennifer’s bark, Devin nearly keeled over, “Miss, please! You can’t say stuff like that!” His fear was palpable.
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