Chapter 138: Date her, Roger
"Then you shouldn’t speak ill of Layla either. She did nothing wrong. It was my uncle who sent her a marriage proposal without anyone’s knowledge," Roderick said, his jaw clenched in frustration.
Sylvia’s sharp eyes narrowed as she retorted, "Well, that’s on you. If you hadn’t cheated on Layla, she never would have married Lucius. You couldn’t control your own desires, and now you’re trying to stake a claim on your ex? It’s pathetic." She crossed her arms, her tone dripping with disdain. "I don’t want to work with you. I’d rather handle things alone than deal with you as a partner."
"Good. I don’t want to partner with you either. You aren’t any better than me. I know how you tried to defame my uncle for your brother’s death," Roderick snapped, his voice laced with bitterness.
He hastily stuffed the bills into the checkbook. Without another word, the two turned on their heels and stormed off in opposite directions.
Roger, seated at a nearby table, observed the entire exchange with a bewildered expression. "Why do they both look so furious?" he muttered under his breath, sipping the last of his now-lukewarm coffee. He glanced around, then quietly settled his bill and left, choosing to slip away unnoticed.
As Sylvia entered her car, she slammed her hand on the steering wheel. "That bastard! I wish I could slap him right there," she muttered. "Both Orabela and Roderick are idiots. Orabela has already ruined herself, so she’s of no use to me now."
Meanwhile, Roderick in his car, cursed Sylvia. "That fucking bitch! She still opens her mouth, but to only spat nonsense. Why can’t anyone see that I am trapped in all this mess by my uncle? I shouldn’t have come into Orabela’s words that time," he muttered, regretting his choices while slamming his hand repeatedly on the steering wheel.
As he put on the seatbelt, his phone vibrated, so he checked it first.
"Why is there a sudden dinner plan at home? Why does Grandpa always do this?" He murmured before starting the engine and driving off.