Suddenly, a glint of malice flickered in Verona’s eyes. The next thing I knew, she flung herself backward—straight toward the glass coffee table.
“Ahhh!” she screamed as blood instantly streamed down her hands.
She did the same act as last time—only this time, she played it even cruelly.
When Jericho rushed back in, this was the scene that greeted him.
And just like last time, his face darkened with rage again.
“Venice!” he barked, eyes full of disappointment. “Can’t you learn your lesson? I step out for one moment, and damn it, Venice, you attack Verona again!”
I stared coldly at the pathetic spectacle before me.
“You actually gave my mom’s pink diamond to this woman!”
His brow furrowed. “Verona got injured because of you. The pink diamond was compensation. If you have a problem, take it up with me. Why must you always go after her?”
At that, Verona’s eyes shimmered with fake tears. She clutched his arm and choked out, “Jericho, it’s not Venice’s fault. I know—I’m in the wrong. I shouldn’t have kept the pink diamond. After making such a big mistake, I don’t deserve to stay by your side. I-I’ll leave right now.”
Just like that, that manipulative woman turned and ran out the door.
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