She Killed My Ex

Chapter 124 See, I'm not Crying

Chapter 124 See, I'm not Crying

Antonio's drooping hands clenched. He wanted to choose to believe Caroline, but so many people said she was guilty. Bentley said she was guilty. Maybe Bentley had wronged her. But even her own parents and her own brother said she was guilty. Antonio wanted to believe her, but he couldn't.

Antonio could not forgive her deception. He was so proud. He could not accept that he had fallen in love with such a vicious and cruel woman.

But Antonio forgot one thing. Did Caroline need his forgiveness? What qualifications did he have to choose to forgive or not forgive her?

Caroline had never done a thing to hurt him.

Antonio forgot about it. He was very angry at the moment. His inner pride made him unable to accept that the woman he treated sincerely for the first time in his life was a despicable woman.

"Caroline." Antonio raised his chin. "I am the son of the owner of the Tucker Group and the successor of the Tuckers. All I have to do is lift a finger and there will be many women all over me!

Caroline, I can have any woman I want.

I've dated a lot of foxy ladies, and I need to date some lovely girls occasionally."

He raised his chin and looked down at the extremely humble woman on the ground. "I'm just playing with you. Don't take it to heart."

After he said that, he turned and walked off without hesitation.

Caroline kept her eyes on that figure.

That figure was very familiar to her. Even she herself could not remember how many times this big boy had walked through the crowd holding her hand.

But at the moment, this familiar figure was very strange to her.

Caroline watched the figure quietly until he disappeared completely.

Her eyes fell back on Nathan, who was embarrassed. But within a second, she moved her eyes away from him. If her family could not bring her warmth, but became weapons used by others to hurt her, then it was better not to have such a family.

Nathan turned his head aside. He didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned and hurried out.

Natalia had an indescribable pleasure in her heart. She thought, "Caroline, no one will compare me with you anymore. You can't be high and mighty anymore, can you? You should rot in the mud! You'll never get up!"

Natalia kicked the box full of money in front of Caroline. Natalia seemed to be giving Caroline a handout. "The money is yours."

"Backup." Caroline held out her hand. She stared at Natalia with some numbness in her eyes. "I told you. If you play me again this time, I'll drag you to hell with me." Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Perhaps it was because Caroline's expression was so creepy that for a moment there was a gleam of fear on Natalia's pretty face. Natalia straightened her neck.

"I don't have a backup. Just this one on this phone. Here you go," Natalia said as she removed the memory card from the phone. She called out to someone nearby, "Get the lighter."

Then Natalia burned the card in front of Caroline. "Caroline, see, I burned it all. If anyone still has this video in the future, that's his business. Don't accuse me of anything. I'm not much of a good

person, but I keep faith with you."

With that, Natalia led the group away. The middle-aged man looked at the situation and quickly followed them. He could see that today's event was clearly set up against that young lady. He thought he'd better stay out of it.

The room was quiet. Only one woman was left.

A man came out from behind the screen. A pair of feet stood before Caroline. She slowly raised her head to look along the feet.

The man said cheerfully, "Ms. Jameson, I told you. I'd let Antonio see your true colors. But it is beyond my expectation that you are from the Jamesons, and you have that kind of past. You are worse than I know."

Without saying a word, Caroline supported the ground and stood up.

"Here, 500 thousand dollars." A slender hand reached out. The man held a check between his fingers and handed it to Caroline. "Now you can have the 500 thousand dollars you borrowed from me that night. After all, you let me watch a great show. It was wonderful."

As he spoke, he took Caroline's hand and shoved the check into her palm.

Caroline dropped her eyes. Her eyes rested on the check. Her palm moved slowly under Cayne's gaze.

A flicker of contempt flashed in Cayne's eyes.

Caroline held up the check without looking at it. With a flick of her finger, she smashed the check in Cayne's face. A coarse voice then rang faintly. "Mr. Filocci, thank you for your generosity, but I don't need it anymore."

Natalia said she was entrusted by someone to do something. The "someone" must be the person in front of Caroline.

For Caroline, telling right from wrong was a waste of effort.

Caroline stepped away.

She had been on one knee for so long that her legs and feet were numb. She walked out of the room one step at a time, dragging her numb leg. She did not turn back, nor did she pay attention to the look behind her.

She went towards the back door. Based on her past knowledge of this place, she could avoid the crowds ahead by going through the back door.

She dragged her leg all the way. Then she opened the small round arch of the back door. She looked up at the night sky. Her lips curled slightly and she said silently to the night sky, "See, I'm not crying."

Who was Caroline talking to? No one knew.

Then Caroline said to herself, "I was going to reveal everything and let Antonio know my past. Now he kind of knows, but in a different way. Anyway, the goal has been achieved. It's all the same."

Was it really all the same?

Then why was she still hurting?

Did she love Antonio?

Caroline knew full well that she did not love Antonio.

But Antonio, who had intruded into her life, carelessly told her that he was there to experience life and told her not to take it seriously.

Caroline tried to laugh but could not.

Again she shouted noiselessly into the night sky, "See, I'm not crying!"

But one of the few people in the world who could look at her without contempt left her. The one who only saw her when he looked at her left her.

That focused gaze was gone.

That earnest gaze was gone.

That sincere gaze was gone.

Caroline took to her heels. She had never run so fast since she had difficulty in walking. The pain spread from her leg to her waist. It was piercing.

And the stumbling woman seemed unaware that her running posture at the moment was like a lame penguin.

It was so ugly.

In the room at the end of the second floor where the banquet was held.

Cayne's eyes darted to the check which fluttered to the floor. He reached over and rubbed his face where he had been hit. He snorted and didn't bother to pick up the check on the floor. He lifted his foot and was about to leave.

A hand suddenly reached over to the check on the floor and picked it up.