Otherwise, Tristan Lowell wouldn't retreat even half a step.
In her view, the Lowell Family's power struggles were already despicable.
She was just speaking a fair word.
But Landon Lockwood was different.
They broke up a long time ago.
Could it be...
He hasn't let go?
As soon as this thought emerged, her heart tightened painfully.
Landon Lockwood didn't look up, focusing on his documents.
"It's none of your business."
He casually closed the file and added indifferently.
"Even without Cora Lowell, there's always Cora Chase, Cora Young... There's no shortage of 'Cora' in this world. Anyone would do, as long as it's not you."
Clara Jennings bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening.
"But I really... really like you."
Her voice trembled slightly.
Landon Lockwood raised his eyes, quietly looking at her.
As time ticked away, the air became so tense it was almost suffocating.
After a while, he suddenly let out a soft laugh.
"Really?"
Then he added.
"I don't believe you."
