Chapter 2 Injuries resulting from a fall

Harold's indifferent eyes were slightly stunned, and he frowned tightly. "Shirley, you shouldn't be such a person." Shirley stared at the indifferent and distant man in front of her, as if he was a stranger. Noticing the impatience in his tone, she unconsciously tightened her hand that was holding the wine glass, revealing bitterness in her heart. It turned out that she had always been unable to distinguish bad people. "Harold, you don't know me after three years together. Now that the White family is down and out, there's nothing I can't do to save my grandfather. Besides, isn't it because the White family is down that you're with Cora?" She couldn't say that she didn't care it at all in her heart. After three years, even if they didn't have feelings for each other, she was used to his existence. However, now she was treated with indifference and impatience, and no one knew that her self-esteem was collapsing little by little. Harold shook his glass and stared at the wine in it, while his elegant face showing a cold expression. "Shirley, you know that I don't love you, I hope you won't keep pestering me anymore." Pester? Shirley only felt her heart tighten inch by inch after heard this word. The smile on her face froze since she was unable to maintain it for any reason. Seeing that Harold was about to drink, Cora walked forward and said, "Harold, you can't drink. Dad hopes we'll have a bay this year." Cora said in a coquettish manner. When Harold looked at Cora, his gaze became gentle and indulgent. "Okay, I won't drink it. I'm sorry, Miss White, I'm afraid I can't drink the wine you offered." Shirley stared at the harmonious scene between the two and felt her eyes tingling. What was she still looking forward to? Even Harold didn't want to lend her money, and who would be willing to oppose the Taylor family in Los Angeles? Looking at the people's gaze that was contemptuous, sympathetic, or pitiful, Shirley still smiled in an elegant and casual manner, then she raised her wine to salute them from high above, and drank it all in one gulp. Just as she was drinking, there was constant commotion and shouting at the gate. She saw two rows of bodyguards leading the way and a man of unparalleled elegance walking towards the gate. He was dressed in a well cut handmade white suit, as if he had come from the heaven. His body was slender and straight with his appearance graceful, and his short hair was as black as ink. Under the glazed light, it shimmered with radiance. His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque and brilliant, while his skin was as fair as snow. His appearance was exquisite with his warm temperament that made him enchanting as a demon. When he arrived at the hall, everyone's gaze was drawn to him in unison, and some even took a cold breath. This noble and stunning man had a breathtaking beauty. Shirley was also stunned. She never knew that there was such a scorching and enchanting man in the world, and his beauty exceeded all the men she knew. But in just a moment, Shirley lowered her head. The more handsome the man was, the more dangerous he became, just like Lambert, as well as Harold now. Just as Shirley lowered her head and frowned, she was pushed back by someone all of a sudden, then she stumbled several steps. Her high heels even stepped on the hem of her dress, making her unable to stand stable. With a wine glass in her hand, she fell forward hard and fell to the ground. With a sound of "bang", Shirley fell, and the wine glass in her hand smashed to the ground, making a crisp sound that broke the tranquility of the entire hall. Everyone's gaze fell on Shirley. At this moment, Shirley's whole body trembled with pain almost in an instant while her face turned pale, and her hands seemed to have stained with blood. However, she still gritted her teeth tightly. She was Shirley White, and no one could made fun of her.