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There seemed to be a sigh from the other side. “Queena, loving one and marrying another is nothing unusual in this circle. Whether it's Spencer or Jerome, as long as you're willing...” “Trista,” Queena interrupted her, “If love isn't pure, then I'll remain single. All I've ever wanted is absolute favoritism. Since they can't give it to me, then I don't want any of it.” ” Trista curled her lips silently: “You haven’t changed. Since you’ve made up your mind, I’ll find a way to send you away. I’ll commission a fake death agency to sign a fake death agreement in your name, with the date set for...” “Mid-next month,” Queena calmly took over the conversation: “On Jerome’s wedding day.” “Alright,” Trista’s voice carried a hint of mischievous excitement, “Then let’s go big this time.” Queena didn’t know how she planned to do it, but as long as the goal was achieved, it was fine. From now on, she only wanted to disappear completely from their world. Queena calmly thanked him, returned the phone, and walked out of the convenience store. “How about it, are you clear your mind yet?” She turned to look at Spencer leaning against the convenience store entrance but didn't speak. “Queena,” Spencer bent down, wiped the water droplets from her face, and said, “I can forgive you for having been with another man. Come back to me. How about it?” The familiar, crisp scent of pine wood filled her nostrils, instantly pulling Queena’s memories far away. She had followed Spencer for ten years. At first, she was just a poor student he had casually sponsored. Later, after he had tempted her to taste the forbidden fruit, their relationship had changed. From the age of eighteen, when he brought her back to that villa. It was he who led her out of the impoverished mountain village and helped her break away from the bloodthirsty family that favored sons over daughters. Over the years, he had poured money and resources into her, turning her into the image of a wealthy heiress. She naively believed Spencer loved her. Until she accidentally heard the news of Spencer's upcoming engagement, and some nosy friends asked him how he planned to handle her. The man lazily swirled his wine glass, lowering his eyes with a smile: “A pet I picked up—why would I release it just because I'm getting married?” “Aren't you afraid your pet will run away on its own?” Spencer smiled, speaking clearly: “It's just a creature begging for scraps. Once accustomed to a life of luxury, why would it ever want to leave?” He had already given the answer to their relationship. She was just a pet; he could keep her by his side or discard her at any time. He gave her a life of abundance to completely break her wings and trap her in the abyss. But he didn't know that someone who had lived in darkness since childhood wasn't afraid of the dark. So, with the help of her best friend Trista, she left without a word, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find her. I just didn't expect that after all the twists and turns, everything would come back to square one.“I don’t have a thing for being someone’s mistress. I never did, and I never will.” Queena took a deep breath: “What happens between him and me is our own business. You don’t need to worry about it. Even if I break up with him, I won’t be with you either. I stopped loving you long ago.” Spencer sneered coldly: “Very well.” She would rather be the mistress of the man who had deceived her than lower herself for him. Queena looked into his icy gaze and instinctively took a step back, but he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her forward, kissing her lips with familiarity and force. The taste of blood mixed with rainwater spread across her tongue. Queena clenched her fists and struck his chest fiercely, but it felt as futile as hitting a metal plate. Until Spencer's fingertips traced the sensitive spot on her earlobe, causing her body to tremble violently. She suddenly dropped to her knees and collided with his abdomen, then, as his grip loosened, she gathered all her strength and slapped him across the face. Her fingers trembled slightly as she realized what she had done. Spencer glared at her with a dark expression, but the corners of his lips curled into a faint, almost sickly smile. “Have you calmed down??” “If you're calmer, come back. I've been searching for you until I'm about to go mad.” As soon as the words left her mouth, a powerful beam of light from a car swept toward them, harsh and forceful.