What on earth must this woman have eaten to have the audacity to fabricate stories about the Young Lady right in front of their Young Master?
Doesn't everyone know that to their Young Master, the Young Lady is the epitome of perfection?
Indeed, as Anna Davies finished speaking, Landon Brooke, whose face had been expressionless, suddenly grew grim, as if a storm was approaching, an icy aura enveloping the space. He looked at her coldly, his tone so indifferent it was despairing —
"You are not fit to be mentioned in the same breath as her, nor do I need any care. You all only see the present but fail to recognize the past. If it were not for her, you probably wouldn't even be able to see the me of today."
With just a few simple sentences, Landon Brooke had explained everything.
Anna Davies suddenly burst into tears, but she still couldn't let go, raising her tear-blurred eyes to look at him, "What if I say that whatever she can give, I am capable of giving too?"
