Verna's head hurt and her chest hurt, like a sharp knife stabbing there repeatedly.
A person who didn't know the past was like being stuck in a quagmire with darkness all around.
Tiffany said that she was pretty and easy to lose in this circle, those investors like to take advantage of women, she is still an eighteen line, and there is still a lot to face in the future.
When she woke up, she often leaned against the window and stared, thinking about what kind of person she was before the coma, and why she had ended up in this situation.
She knew nothing, so every step she took was like stepping on the tip of a knife.
Until she met him, this cold man.
She couldn't help but speak out of turn and say things that were off-putting.
He must have thought that she was the kind of woman who had her heart set on climbing up the ranks of the powerful.
Yes, he must have felt that way.