Julian Keaton glanced coldly at Cecilia Lynch, displeasure evident in his voice: "A person who doesn't know their own limits."
"Looks so shabby at first glance!" The girl shook her head at Cecilia Lynch. "Does a woman like that still dream of climbing up to you?"
"No." Julian Keaton's lips curled into an unfeeling sneer. "She was the one who dumped me."
"What!" The girl's eyes widened as she looked at Cecilia Lynch again, her gaze filled with hostility.
Listening to Julian Keaton and the girl's conversation, all that occupied Cecilia Lynch's mind was the urge to escape.
However, her legs felt as though they were filled with lead, utterly unmovable.
"Who is she?" asked the girl, looking at Julian Keaton, "Doesn't look like a wealthy lady! A woman like that should be clinging to you, right?"
"Must be a case of playing hard to get!" Julian Keaton's cold gaze scanned Cecilia Lynch's face repeatedly, "That's the only reason I can think of."
