Chapter 52
Selena was surrounded by a doctor and almost choked when she heard Grace’s words, she just wanted to speak up, but the doc accidentally poke her injured cheek at that moment, causing her to “hiss” in pain,
This sound made Grace even more angry.
“Raymond, within ten minutes, have someone take that little brat home, I’ll have to serve him with the family law today!”
Raymond stood in front of the hotel’s floor–to–ceiling windows.
Carter hit Selena, low is that possible?
“Auntie, is there some kind of misunderstanding here?”
“The girl’s face is swollen, five fingerprints are clearly imprinted, what misunderstanding can there be!”
just happened to
For away from the bar, Carter, at this time in the deafening sound of music sneezed, always felt some cold chill at the back of his neck.
Raymond’s eyes clear of light, thought, slapped?
Selena finally had a chance to speak up at this moment, and hurried out.
“Ms Montague, not Carter, Carter is very nice, he would never do it.”
Grace squeezed the phone’s, her movement stiffened, never?
“Are you afraid I’ll chastise him, so you’re purposely excusing him?”
y wasn’t him.”
“I really
“Then who did you get hit by?”
*1…. My family.
A flash of pity appeared in Grace’s eyes,
Uhough she
was relieved to learn that it
It wasn’t Carter.
“It’s good it wasn’t him, or I wouldn’t have let him off the hook. Here’s my cell phone number, save it, and if Carter treats you badly, you can tell me anytime.
Selena was a little hesitant, she and Carter were supposed to have a fake relationship, but right now there was no chance at all that she could refuse Grice,
Grace didn’t hang up at this point.
“Raymond, it’s okay, I’m hanging up.”
Selena was really worried that Raymond’s side would say one more words and expose her and Carter, and at this moment confronting Grace face to face would be even more embarrassing.
But fortunately, Raymond didn’t say anything
With her face taken care of, Selena hurriedly stood up.
“Ms Montague, I have things to do at home, so I’ll go back first.”
“Good, if there’s anything you can’t fix at home, just call me, or tell Carter it’s fine, you’re his girlfriend, he should help you.”
Selena pulled at the corner of her mouth, feeling the lie like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger.
“Sure, thank you.”
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Chapter 52
Selena went back to her car and sat in the driver’s seat, debating whether she should tell Carter or not, so that Carter himself could go and fix it sooner.
But when she rang the number and got no answer either.
She had to go back to the apartment where she lived first.
Her apartment was rarely visited, only Shelley occasionally came over to sit, so it seemed quiet and empty.
Selena opened her computer, edited several proposals she had prepared into a document and sent them directly.
Raymond did not reply, as she expected.
The next morning, Selena took a look in the mirror to make sure the marks on her face were gone and drove to the New York Academy of Fine Arts.
The School of Fine Arts at Harvard University is the highest academic hall of fine arts in the country. Every year on this day, an exhibition of paintings was held in the school and all kinds of people from the industry were invited to participate, including the investors of Harvard University.
She parked her car, and opened the door for her feet to land on the ground.
Lisa stepped on her high heels, carrying an exquisite bag in her hand, followed by a young man of about twenty–five years old, walking side by side.
As she passed Selena, she stopped abruptly and raised an eyebrow,
“It’s you.”
Selena frowned, not remembering for a moment who the woman who spoke was.
Lisa sneered, looked Selena up and down in her modest outfit, and took a step back.
“What, slept with Raymond all night and didn’t get half the benefits? It is not for money that you take advantage of your position to climb into bed, and now you are so poor, it seems that you are not serving people well?”
Selena finally remembered that this was the woman she had met that day at the hotel.
The corners of her mouth curved as she smiled lightly at her, “Mr. Montague said it was a bit troublesome to settle by that time, and he intended to clear it together at the end of the year.”
“You!”
“Was
