Chapter 75: He was nothing but a tool
Jenifer wore a long red dress that hugged her curves. Her hair, once tightly packed, now framed her face, showing off her edges. She looked extra curvy today, but in reality, she was a flat woman. Without the extra padded hips in her dress, her shape wouldn’t appear so fine—like a perfect hourglass.
Right now, her face was scrunched up like she could destroy the world, smoke practically fuming from her expression.
Her head was filled with one name—Rose.
Again, it was her. The woman she hated.
"Damn you, Rose," Jenifer muttered, throwing the glass of wine in her hand.
She had prepared herself to celebrate—another mission should have been a success.
"You escaped me again, sister," Jenifer smirked, staring at the broken shards of glass on the floor. Her knuckles clenched tightly.
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"Madam Jenifer, we couldn’t get any pictures of Rose in the bathroom with Alpha Rolan. He protected her."
"Damn it, Rolan!" Jenifer yelled, stomping her heel onto the shattered glass. Her eyes trailed coldly to the petite female standing before her.
She was one of the reporters who had agreed to sneak in and capture Rose in a compromising situation.