Chapter 963


    Josephine was befuddled. "I thought that you guys would be happy after reuniting with each other.


    Who knew that there would be so much trouble? My brother actually doesn''t have feelings for you."


    Angeline was despondent. "I know that I''m not gentle, not pretty, and not womanly enough. But I


    treat him s o well. Can''t that make up for those things that Ick?"


    Josephine looked at her in disbelief.


    She then said angrily, "It must be that jerk Zayne. He would call you a tigress every day right? Did


    he brainwash you? Sis Angeline, you’re the most beautiful, most gentle, and the most attractive


    woman to me."


    Angeline just could not believe her.


    Josephine was agitated. "Ever since you became the president of Grand Asia, you started using


    that honey oil to mask your natural beauty. It''s all to prevent those men from staring at you too


    much. If you’re not ruthless enough, those men would be dancing on top o f your head. All you''ve


    done and sacrificed for was to protect my brother''s foundation. However, deep down, I know that


    you’re my sweet, pretty, and loyal Sis Angeline.


    At that moment, Angeline''s tears flowed freely. "Over time, I think I’ll forget what I used to look like."


    Josephine thought hard and long. "My brother has never been able to resist you. I don’t believe that


    he won''t crumble if you keep going at him.”


    Angeline looked at Josephine pitifully. "And how do I d o that?"


    "What did you do to him when you were young? Just d o what you did before."


    Angeline suddenly had a bright idea, her tears immediately turning into smiles. "I''ve got it."


    Angeline mmed the wine bottle down on the table. She had an aura of confidence and


    determination as she walked out the door.


    Josephine hollered at her, "Sis Angeline, where are you going at this time of night?"


    Angeline replied, "I’m going after my man."


    Nighttime.


    The fishermen were so excited because they now had jobs and social security.


    They dragged Jay to avish restaurant at a food street nearby to celebrate.


    Where the boorish and gruff men gathered, there needed to be booze as well. Even Jay drank a


    little wine under the persuasion of the fishermen.


    Soon enough, he noticed something wrong with his allergic body. The itching was unbearable, and


    patches of rash had quickly covered his body.


    "Ben, what''s wrong with you?" Tommy narrowed his eyes, eximing when he saw Ben''s rashes on


    his forearm.


    The fishermen had always been men of steel. They probably had not heard of things like alcohol


    allergy. However, some of them thought that they were knowledgeable enough, so they started to


    guess what was going on, causing amotion.


    "Ben, don’t tell us that you have some sort of infectious disease. I heard that some people who fool


    around in their daily lives will get scary infectious diseases."


    "Ben, we forgot to tell you that Pierre Hanes has many women by his side. When you were with


    him..."


    "The way I see it, the president has taken a liking to you. Bich people often lead promiscuous lives."


    As the fishermen continued babbling on, they had alreadybeled Jay as a vector of the disease.


    When everyone else heard that it was a deadly infectious disease, they distanced themselves right


    away-even the kind-hearted Tommy stood away from Jay.


    Jay''s face was ashen. "I''m not promiscuous."


    He then stood up, paid for the bill, and left the ce by himself.


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    The street lights were dim.


    Jay dragged his feeble body along while the street lights projected a long shadow behind him.


    A pair of white high-heels soon came running after him.


    Jay was feeling worse by the moment. Sometimes, his allergy would be mild. Sometimes, it would


    be severe. I t was probably due to him feeling a little weaktely, and it might be because of the


    high alcohol content in the white wine that he drank. As such, his allergy was affecting more than


    just his skin.


    Soon enough, he felt himself gasping for air. His breathing started to quicken.


    He sat on the pavement, sluggish and wobbly. He grasped at his throat which was tightening with


    every passing second. At that moment, he thought that he would die like this-alone.