The man seized the opportunity to flatter Rebecca Kelloway.
Upon hearing his answer, Rebecca's face looked somewhat better.
However, her expression quickly turned gloomy again as if she had thought of something, "If men only want to play with the vase, then why hasn't he gotten tired of her?"
The man next to her didn't understand what she was talking about and looked at her in confusion.
"Is it because she's still useful?" Rebecca murmured to herself.
"Ms. Joanna…" The man next to her was at a loss for words.
"It's nothing." Rebecca sneered and took her gaze away from Joanna Lawrence. As she turned around, her eyes were filled with hatred, "Let's go."
Joanna Lawrence…
You took my happiness, and you think you'll be happy forever?
What I can't have,
You shouldn't either.
One day, I'll take back everything I've lost, piece by piece.
And when that day comes, I'll make you pay a hundred, a thousand times more than the pain I'm feeling now!
I will never let you go.
Never!