Chapter 372

They were strangers. Noelle watched the people before her and said, "I'm heading to the toilet. She left the office. While there was still blood pooling the floor, cleaners were already working on it. After Noelle left, Alfred couldn't help but complain, "You are horrible at taking care of people. You could've helped her home and consoled her." "She's not a delicate petal who needs that degree of care!" Cedric glanced at the blood on the floor. "It looks like the Liddells haven't been taught a hard enough lesson." "They should be taught a lesson. However, the Liddell Corporation used to be a company founded by Noelle's parents. Even the name and the address had been picked out by them. If they went bankrupt, would they be sad?" After all, this was a form of inheritance. Cedric was stern as he turned and left toward the toilet. He had seen Noelle head to the fire escape. She sat on the stairs, lost in a daydream. The scene of Frank slitting his wrist was playing on repeat