Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 207 - 180: What Julian Fairchild Left Behind (3)

"It’s you, isn’t it?" Maeve Lane’s expression was calm, but her words were full of certainty, "Sumr Ainsworth ended up being collateral damage for you."

"So what if it is?" Sylvia Lane walked to a secluded spot, her tone mocking, "Don’t pretend, I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m a vicious woman, but you’re just as vicious as ! Didn’t you know Sumr was innocent? Yet you took this chance to get rid of her, didn’t you? So why are you pretending?"

Maeve Lane raised an eyebrow, "Getting worked up already? I haven’t even said anything yet, and you’re already jumping to conclusions?"

Sylvia Lane felt like choking on her own fury.

Compared to Sylvia Lane’s intense words, Maeve Lane was composed, "I called to tell you not to waste your effort sending anyone to bother ... Why don’t you just co yourself, save the trouble of coming after you."

"I don’t have ti to waste on you!"

"Oh, then it’s your ’dogs’ that co to bother ."

"You!!"

"What?" Maeve Lane directly struck her weak spot, "Aren’t you just jealous that I got the lead in ’Rivers and Mountains as Usual’, and Julian Fairchild would rather break the contract to act with ?"

Sylvia Lane felt like Maeve Lane was going to drive her insane, yet she couldn’t retort a single word, her frustration almost making her steam out of her head!

Maeve Lane grasped her small sches tightly, every word making Sylvia Lane jump in anger. "I also wonder why Julian would rather break the contract and not act with you. Hmm... Maybe it’s because I’m prettier than you, from childhood to now, it seems the people you like always end up liking ."

Sylvia Lane’s lungs were about to explode, and she directly threw her phone away, "Get lost!!"

She heard a mocking laugh from the other side of the phone.

It was light but made Sylvia Lane feel utterly humiliated!

Maeve Lane didn’t usually use her advantages to suppress others, but Sylvia Lane couldn’t stand people saying she’s less attractive than Maeve. To her, this thod best makes Sylvia Lane suffer.

Maeve Lane put away her phone, only to see Julian Fairchild had returned, standing at the door of the lounge, his gaze locked on her.

When she turned around, Julian’s gaze didn’t waver.

Maeve Lane asked, "Anything else?"

A few seconds later, Julian walked up to her, his chin slightly tense, "Reach out."

Maeve Lane’s beautiful eyes blinked once.

[I also wonder why Julian would rather break the contract and not act with you. Hmm... Maybe it’s because I’m prettier than you, from childhood to now, it seems the people you like always end up liking .]

The words Maeve Lane had just said suddenly popped into her mind.

"...Indeed, quite pretty."

"Hmm?" Maeve Lane raised her eyes puzzled, but Julian didn’t look down. As she looked up, the first thing she noticed was his sharp, alluring Adam’s apple.

"dicine." Julian’s expression remained indifferent, not even looking at her, yet his large hand accurately grasped her small hand, spreading her fingers open to place a box of dicine in her palm, his voice magnetic—

"If you’re sick, you need treatnt."

"I watched when I was little, doctors said it couldn’t be cured." Maeve Lane was concise, glanced at the small box in her hand, "Where did you get this?"

It likely wasn’t from the doctor; he had already given her all the dicine he could under Julian’s "pressure"... Although she wasn’t allergic.

"Miles Hughes found it." Julian’s face turned sour, speaking in a brazen tone, "With , there’s nothing that’s incurable."

Such an arrogant tone could only sound convincing when Julian spoke.

Maeve Lane looked at the little box resting in her palm.

Indeed, as the Crown Prince of the Fairchild Family who ruled Aurelia, what could Julian Fairchild not accomplish?

She still thought Julian was the sa person from college.

The one who received her RMB flowers and happily carried them around campus twice.

This made her feel a bit bittersweet at the ti, so she sent flowers for a week straight.

Julian would silently carry them back to the dormitory, cautiously pick them up even if they fell into the dirt, getting wet in the soil.

Then he would clean them on his clothes, eyes full of pity.

Later, the boys who secretly liked her would mock Julian, saying he looked like he’d never seen money.

This teasing went on for many years.

Maeve Lane thought back then she never imagined that the Julian who picked RMB from dirt to wipe on his white shirt, was the honored second young master of the Fairchild Family.

"Thanks."

Julian tried to keep a straight face, but hearing Maeve Lane’s voice, all his ntal defenses crumbled, layer by layer.

His gaze landed on Maeve’s fair neck, noticing a red mark, "There’s sothing on your neck."

Maeve tried to reach her hand to touch it, but he caught her hand, then turned her body around, applying dicine with his fingers on that side of her neck.

Then his movents suddenly paused.

"What’s wrong?" Maeve asked.

Julian said nothing, quickly tossed the item to Maeve, his tone a bit unnatural, "It’s not an allergy."

Maeve lowered her head, turning to look in the mirror.

Her ears quickly turned red.

It wasn’t an allergic mark.

Rather, it was the mark Julian had left on her neck.