Heartbroken
Catherine knew that idiot Smythe would not give up that easily either.
On the surface, he had been frightened into defecting to her by Shen Wuxiao.
But if his ambitions could be extinguished so easily, he would never have become one of the Zeta Family's competitors.
Now that Second Brother had returned home, he could not wait to contact her and tell her to go back.
That meant there was one possibility: this bastard wanted Feiboli to make trouble for her.
Catherine tugged at the covers, closed her eyes, and said understatedly, "If he went back, then he went back. Could it be that I have to pick him up?"
"Help me pass him a message: if you hold your head too high with no roots beneath your feet, it is easy to fall to your death. Don't bother me now!"
Catherine did not give them even the slightest pleasant expression.
She hung up directly.
Such a tiny matter, yet they had actually disturbed her sleep.
Catherine gently turned over and looked at the room's ceiling.
Suppose... was there any chance that bad man Shen Wuxiao would suddenly come here?
Then burst into the room and hold her?
If that really happened, should she pretend to be angry?
"..."
"It's only a hypothetical. What am I thinking so much for..."
Catherine truly felt that she had gone a little mad.
Why had she become like this?
Someone who had never given love a thought had, one day, become like this because of it.
If this had been in the past, she would not even have dared to imagine such a thing. It was too absurd.
After calming down for quite a while, Catherine finally settled her heart.
She threw back the covers and got out of bed.
But she