Emily Allen was kicked squarely in the chest.
Ryan Richard’s kick was delivered without a shred of rcy, making Emily feel an oppressive pain in her chest. Her slender fra couldn’t bear the force, and she staggered backwards.
"Ryan! How can you not recognize ? Have you forgotten what you told in the past? You clearly said you loved the most!"
Emily’s sowhat disheveled wailing failed to bring forth even a hint of sympathy in Ryan Richard’s heart.
"Get lost, you lunatic!"
As Ryan spoke, his gaze stealthily shifted to the two bodyguards behind him.
Initially, Ryan had considered using the opportunity with Emily, who had willingly shown up, to send these two bodyguards away.
However, seeing the bodyguards unmoved and even beginning to look displeased, Ryan felt a thud in his heart and hurriedly tried to distance himself from Emily.
He was currently at the rcy of Miss Anne, and these two bodyguards were tough nuts to crack; any trick he tried was bound to be seen through. What if he truly angered the two bodyguards in front of him?
Moreover, Emily Allen, now disfigured and her family in ruins, couldn’t compare to Miss Anne.
So, after much thought, Ryan still believed he should cling tightly to Miss Anne’s side.
Emily was no longer of any use to him.
But these ruthless words from Ryan left Emily in disbelief.
Emily’s temperant was very much like Ethan Allen’s.
Moreover, having been spoiled by the Allen family since childhood, she had long developed a sense of entitlent akin to a princess’s.
Though she hadn’t cared much for Ryan in the past, his good looks had been sowhat reassuring to her.
She was convinced she would eventually cling to a powerful figure and rise to stardom in the entertainnt industry, so there was still a touch of arrogance about her.
Ryan, too, had intended to use Emily to make money and thus had indulged her.
But tis had changed.
Emily had fallen from the clouds straight into the mud.
Essentially, they were two greedy souls devouring each other; now that reality had forced them to face each other, the ugliness hidden beneath those facades was laid bare.
"Lunatic?"
Emily shook her head, Ryan’s cold words cutting deep, and she fixated her trembling pupils on his face,
"Who are you calling a lunatic!"
Then she shifted her gaze to the two bodyguards standing behind Ryan.
Ryan was no longer the aloof scion of the Richard Family. How could he possibly have bodyguards with him when he went out?
Emily was no fool and quickly thought of a possibility. She straightened up and grabbed the hem of Ryan’s clothes.
"Ryan Richard, did Charlotte Thompson pay you off? Did you pocket all that money for yourself?"
Emily naturally learned online about her father and mother’s incarceration, a shock that was not slight for her.
Seeing Ryan so smug now, she thought that perhaps the Richard Family had risen once more.
Considering the Richard Family and the Allen family were similarly situated, and her parents had been sent to prison by Charlotte Thompson, yet Ryan seed unscathed—could it be that Ryan had used so sche behind the scenes?
Rembering the words Ryan had said to her that day, Emily’s expression turned frosty.
"You used the photo album to threaten Charlotte Thompson, didn’t you!"
Emily’s mind was sowhat delirious, certainly blurting out whatever ca to mind.
However, the re ntion of the photo album caused a slight change in more than just Ryan’s expression; the two bodyguards behind him exchanged glances as well.
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