Chapter 144 Her Invitation

The more Sheryl stared at the man in front of her and thought of that man who was with Consuela, the
more furious she felt.

Why was she so lucky to have all the good things in the world?

Well, she would take these things back one by one. For example, the man in front of her, who was
drinking the soup she cooked, had also been taken good care of by her sister?

But later, he wanted to be together with her in front of her sister's face. She was so arrogant that she
even forgot her mind. She knew that the man just wanted to humiliate Consuela for her nude photos.

But she wouldn't give up. After all she had worshiped the man before. But he was such a playboy.

Hearing the woman's words, Harry was a little surprised, but soon he concealed his thoughts. "No,
thank you."

"This is what I should do. It can't be helpful to your work. And let you make a comeback. But I will
always be with you." Then she sat down with her back to the man.

No one could see the impatience and ridicule on her face. Harry could only tell that there seemed to be
a ripples in his heart because of her words.

He held the thermos bottle with chicken soup in his hand, trembling.

She should be the one who stood beside him except his parents.

Thinking of that he had been a little frustrated with his previous attitude to her. Did he really lose
mistake her? He always regarded her as a woman who was eager for quick success and instant profit.



Maybe it was because Consuela had led a comfortable life recently that she had forgotten many hidden
enemies, such as Laura, who had slapped her in the face after she had met her for the first time in the
hospital.

Suddenly, a stranger was calling her, and after she hung up, that person kept on calling her. It seemed
that there was something urgent.

The phone call wasn't marked as something like a scam call or fast food service. Consuela put down
the watering can in her hand and picked up the phone, frowning.

As soon as the phone was connected, a familiar and strange female voice with a bit of arrogance and
indifference came from inside. "I'm Laura, the woman who gave you pressure at the hospital last time."

She felt a little disgusted with the way Laura introduced herself.

Upon hearing that, Consuela furrowed her eyebrows even more tightly. She calmed down and asked,
"Miss Laura, what can I do for you?"

Her eyes were fixed on the green plant that was sprouting, and her empty hand touched the watering
can gently. Her state looked somewhat casual.

The doubts just now suddenly turned into indifference. Nothing good would happen when Laura talked
to her.

Being too polite would only make her depressed. She might as well let it go.

Laura chuckled and said in an unfriendly tone, "I come to you because I want to show you something
good and let you know what a difficult position you are in."

Laura's flaunting voice was just like a devil's voice. Her heart was wrenching, leaving no room for her to
gasp.



In an instant, Consuela knocked over the watering can. Water flooded out of it and wetted her shoes
along the rugged road.

"I don't think I'm interested." She bent down and picked up the watering can, ignoring her wet shoes.

Her eyes were deep and unreadable, and the smile at the corners of her mouth seemed to freeze, like
a sculpture.

Holding a kraft paper bag, Laura pulled out a photo from it and tried to dissuade the woman who was
obviously flinching, "Ha-ha, but I think you should come to see me. Are you afraid?"

"How can you say that you're not interested in the matters of Richie? Or, you've always known that
you're not as good as the person he loves?"

Laura laughed very arrogantly and unrestrainedly, but what did not match with this was her hand which
was grabbing the bag with full of blue veins on its back.

She felt bad, too.

She hung up the phone impatiently and sent the woman with the address first. She was afraid that
Consuela might not hear it clearly and sent her a text message with a clear address.

Well, she was not afraid that woman would not come. After all, she treasured that position so much.

Ohai Cafe of the West Street.

Looking at the message, she heaved a sigh of resignation.

Her position was in jeopardy. Numerous people in L City attempted to sleep with that man, but failed
and they coveted it.

But she was a variable?



She had no idea how she sneaked into his room by accident.

Maybe everything was destined.

While walking towards the villa, Emily greeted her as soon as she entered the house. "Mrs. Richie, go
back to your room and change your clothes. What if you catch a cold?"

She seemed to be wet just by a pair of shoes?

"Emily, don't worry. I'll do it right away." Consuela raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
After she finished, she went upstairs as soon as possible, ignoring Emily's gaze.

Every single move of hers would be magnified infinitely and would be messed up once in a while.

She also secretly asked the new maid who gave the order. The new maid did not hide the fact and
answered Richie's order directly.

After changing her shoes, she walked to the balcony of the master bedroom, feeling a little restless.

In fact, she was eager to know what on earth Laura was going to do, but that woman seemed to be
sure that she would admit defeat, so she didn't call or text to remind.

Consuela walked past a small desk and sat down in a hanging chair. The breeze was blowing hard.
Finally, she couldn't help but let out a sigh. All of a sudden, she got up and rushed downstairs.

It was really guessed by Laura. She really cared about Richie's private life, but it was useless to care.

But she still felt upset if she didn't go to see her.

When she got on the car and drove to the place designated by Laura, she suddenly felt a little
melancholy. She failed to control her heart.



For her to love and to be crazy.

She stretched out her hands and wanted to count that man's advantages, only to find that her mind
was blank. It seemed that he had no advantages at all.

But it was just his usual cold face. He would break the ice for her occasionally, just like the ice that was
melted by the sunlight in the early spring without any chill.

When he laughed, he looked like an angel. The glow on his body was gentle, which was quite different
from usual, making him look attractive.

Startled, Consuela pinched her own wrist and muttered to herself, "You're just a lecher. Don't you know
what a handsome man is like?"


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