Even if I left him, with my skills, I could still live well.
Outside the mansion, I unexpectedly ran into Ethan tightly holding Vivian Hart.
Ethan’s cold gaze fixated on the luggage in my hands.
Vivian Hart trembled when she saw me.
She even knelt before me.
"Ms. Quinn, please spare me. I’m just a small actress, how can I handle being written about like this?"
Ethan quickly supported her, his tone full of pity, "You don’t have to do this, I’ll help you."
Then, his gentle gaze turned cold as he questioned me.
"Did you send those paparazzi to take pictures? Liora Quinn, how could you be so vicious? Are you trying to ruin Vivian?"
I was just an ordinary person, how could I have that much power to cover things up?
But I didn’t argue.
After all, in Ethan’s eyes, Vivian Hart’s words were the supreme truth.
Ethan’s anger grew when he saw I was leaving.
He reached out and angrily threw my luggage to the ground.
In the process, I fell awkwardly.
The wound on my leg began to bleed again.
Ethan froze, unsure of what to say.
He reached out to help me, but was interrupted by Vivian Hart’s light words.
"Ethan, I have a dinner tomorrow, can you help me pick out my clothes?"