Chapter 39


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    "Let me go!"


    ire red at Darren and shook off his hand.


    "You''re not going to allow me to leave because I burned a damn photo?"


    "Why did you have to do this?"


    Darren looked into her eyes.


    "It''s just a photo.Why did you have to burn it?"


    "Wow! What a joke!"


    ire scoffed at him, anger zing in her eyes.


    "My face was broken in the picture.Did you expect me to leave it alone after seeing it?"


    "What? Who broke it?"


    Darren frowned and looked at Marcel.


    "What happened?"


    "Well..."


    Marcel swallowed loudly.He couldn''t exin.


    "You forgot to destroy it.It doesn''t matter.I''ve helped you burn the rubbish.You don''t have to thank me,"


    ire snapped at him.


    "I took my bracelet.Don''t worry, Mr.Sampson.I won''t step into your house ever again."


    "I didn''t mean that..."


    "Enough! Don''t pretend to be nice anymore!"


    ire waved her hand in disgust.


    "You don''t want to see me, and I don''t want to see you, either.Darren, it''s better if we don''t contact each


    other again."


    With that, ire stormed off without looking back.


    Darren frowned; his jaw tightened.He wanted to catch up with her, but his body froze.He dejectedly


    watched ire get in the car.


    Soon, the fiery red sports car roared to life and sped off.


    However, things were not over yet.


    Elora couldn''t stand it anymore.She darted toward Darren and pulled his sleeve.


    "Look! Look at her! How arrogant and disrespectful she is! She is humiliating us because she has


    hooked up with someone powerful from the Williams family.Gosh, what the hell does she think of


    herself? Everyone knows she is a mistress.She might not give a damn about her reputation, but our


    Sampson family cannot lose our prestige."


    "Mom!"


    Darren grunted in annoyance.He nced at the broken ss on the ground again and remembered


    what ire had told him.


    "What happened to the photo? Who smashed it?"


    "Why are you asking me? How do I know?"


    Elora was annoyed.


    Nothing was working her way today.


    Even Darren seemed to interrogate her.


    "I didn''t break it! Moreover, why do you believe ire''s words? Did you see anyone smash the photo?


    She probably broke it herself and was creating a scene just now!"


    Elora was unreasonable.


    Talking to her seemed pointless.


    Darren was annoyed.


    "Call Bonita out!" he ordered Marcel.


    "Do you suspect that Bonita smashed it? She is your elder sister!"


    Elora waved her hands dramatically.


    "Darren, your behavior has been confusing metely.We are family! Why are you always supporting


    ire?"


    "I''m just trying to find out the truth!"


    Darren snapped viciously.


    Elora''s nostrils red with rage.


    "I didn''t smash it, nor did Bonita."


    She stomped her foot and pointed at the servants.


    "You can ask them if you want! Perhaps someone identally dropped it on the floor! Who did it?


    Admit your mistake.Otherwise, I''ll fire all of you today!"


    Elora vented her anger on her servants, for she couldn''t scream at her son.


    The servants trembled with fear as Darren''s eyes slowly swept over them.


    Just then, he noticed L wanted to say something but remained quiet for some reason.


    "L."


    Darren arched an eyebrow in suspicion.


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    "Do you know something?"


    L hesitated for a moment.


    Finally, unable to bear the pressure, she cleared her throat and said, "Sir,st Saturday, I saw Miss


    Brookse out of ire''s former room.


    Err...she said she identally broke the frame.She was afraid you would be angry, so she asked me


    not to tell anyone about it."


    Darren closed his eyes and let out a weary sigh.


    "All right."


    "That bitch wanted to nder us..."


    Elora mumbled.


    Darren scowled at Elora, and she let out an exasperated sigh and shut her mouth.


    "Marcel, ask someone to clean it up,"


    Darren ordered Marcel as he stared at the remnants of the frame on the ground absentmindedly.


    "Okay!"


    Elora had thrown away ire''s belongings after the divorce except for the wedding photo.


    Darren had caught her cleaning the room and told his mother to keep it as a souvenir and then forgot


    about it.


    Now that the photo was destroyed, his heart sank.


    "Do we still have the negative of the photograph?" Darren asked.


    Marcel was taken aback.


    "Yes." He nodded.


    "All right.Print another copy and frame it."


    "Yes, sir."


    Darren went straight into the house.


    Elora stared at him.


    Just then, something urred to her, and she followed him.


    "Darren..." Elora called him, her voice soft and kind.


    Darren stopped and looked back, casting a quizzical look at her.