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Unfortunately, she had thrown all the money in her bag.
She wanted to continue pelting Noel, but there was nothing left to throw.
In Cecilia’s eyes, there was a profound lack of trust.
At this point, whatever Noel said was useless—Cecilia simply didn’t trust him.
In fact, it felt like she had never trusted him!
At this point, Noel didn’t say anything further.
He simply crouched down, quietly picking up the scattered bills from the ground slowly. He lost count of how many
bills he’d collected when he couldn’t pick up the next one.
It was because Cecilia’s foot had landed on his hand as he was trying to pick up the bill. She pressed down slowly,
almost breaking his hand.
Seeing the conflicted and pained expression on Noel’s face, Cecilia felt a surge of satisfaction in her heart. It was as
if the pent-up frustration of these days had finally found an outlet.
“Does it hurt?” she asked him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNoel replied truthfully, “Yes, it hurts.”
“That’s good!”
Why should she be the only one crying in her bed?
Why should she be the only one with no time to think about dressing up, while Noel got to enjoy the money from
the Jarvises?
Men who only saw petty gains right in front of them weren’t worthy of her!
“You should endure the pain,” Cecilia told Noel. “Who told you to be so anxious to pick up the money from the
ground just because you can’t stand to see money disappear? Don’t worry, this money is all yours. I don’t want it.”
She wanted to use this money to buy his suffering!
She applied more force with her foot, and Noel’s hands were subjected to what seemed like torture.
His forehead soon glistened with sweat.
Passersby thought something had happened here, and someone yelled for the manager to come and handle the
situation.
Realizing it was Cecilia, the manager immediately called out, “Ms. Jarvis.”
Cecilia’s spine straightened further. See, this was the influence of the Jarvis family! No matter where she was, there
was always someone who could recognize her at first sight!
And what about Noel?
She gave a slight smile, a nod of acknowledgment to the manager, and then raised an eyebrow, pointing at Noel as
she asked him, “I am Ms. Jarvis. Do you know who he is?”
Noel lifted his head, revealing a handsome face. But because Cecilia was pressing down on his fingers, his facial
features twisted, and there was a layer of sweat on his face.
When the manager saw his appearance, he froze.
This… This man, whom Ms. Jarvis was stepping on…!
Wasn’t he the boss of this restaurant?!
Although Noel hadn’t visited this Japanese restaurant since it opened, he had personally interviewed the manager
during the hiring process.
The manager rubbed his eyes, and confirmed that he wasn’t mistaken. Their boss was young and generous,
treating their employees well and not hesitating to spend money on top-quality ingredients.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis was what had allowed the restaurant to establish itself quickly in the capital city’s dining scene.
But now…
Noel was in the restaurant he owned, being stepped on like this!
He was looking at the manager in agony!
The manager dared not say much, nor did he linger. After meeting Noel’s eyes and claiming not to recognize him,
he immediately retreated.
Simultaneously, he had a yellow warning sign placed at the entrance to this corridor, preventing anyone else from
entering.
Seeing how efficiently this was handled, Cecilia’s smile deepened.
“Noel, did you hear that? I can randomly pick out someone, and they will only recognize me, not you! They even
went so far as to set up a warning sign to make it easier for me to step on your hand.”
Cecilia’s tone was drawn out and laced with a particular kind of mockery.
“Noel, a princess and a pauper should never have gotten together in the first place.”
With that, she withdrew her foot, leaving behind a mess and a wounded Noel on the ground.
She exited the corridor, leaving him all alone as he crouched down and picked up those crimson bills slowly.
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