Chapter 332

Chapter 332

Tommy consciously raised the partition window to separate the front seats from the rear seats. Out of

sight, out of mind, as they said.

He did not want to be glared at by Jeremy’s sharp gaze.

Jeremy rubbed Corinne’s stomach for some time and stopped when she saw that her complexion had

improved. He then took out a wet towel, wiped her sticky coke–splashed face, and felt heartbroken yet

angry at her. In his annoyance, he lectured, “Weren’t you always feisty when you’re with me? Why did

you just let them splash the drink all over you instead of biting them back?”

Corinne rolled her eyes at him and said arrogantly, “I’m not a dog, Mister. Are you going to bite a dog if

it bites you? We need to deal with a dog using human methods, not by stooping down to the level of a

dog to bite them back. I don’t intend to bear a grudge against them either, because they’re all idiots

with a herd mentality who have been blinded by the fallacies being perpetuated online. If anything, I

should be directing my grudge to whoever it was that had ulterior motives and instigated this from

behind the scenes.”

Jeremy patted her head and said, “Leave this matter to me. You should stay at home and rest for a

couple of days. Wait until this fracas dies down before leaving the house.”

Corinne was a little upset. “Why should I hide at home when I didn’t do anything wrong?”

Jeremy coaxed her, “Then we won’t hide, but you have to get up early and follow me to the company.”

Corinne was startled. ‘He wants me to come with him to the company? Doesn’t that mean he’s making

it official?‘

She thought for a while, then shook her head. “No. You need to work, and I have no reason to be there.

It’s going to be boring.”

The man lowered his eyebrows and spoke to her in a very serious manner, “Cyberbullying is no

laughing matter in today’s society. Be a good girl and save me some worry, will you?”

Corinne’s eyes flickered. ‘So that’s how it feels like to be tightly cared for by someone.‘

“Ahem! You don’t need to worry. I know what I’m doing, and I won’t let anyone bully me.‘

Though Jeremy could not persuade her, he was not too keen on curbing her freedom by force either.

She had agreed to try to get along with him, and he would accord her equal respect so she could

accept him from the bottom of her heart.

It was better than blindly forcing her to listen to him.

Moreover, he finally understood her at last. Dealing with her was as tricky as trying to capture a

songbird: the more anxious he was to control her, the quicker she would try to evade him. In that

aspect, she was remarkably different from other women.

The man could only compromise and pinch her pink face helplessly. “Fine. You’re pretty amazing, you

know. Feisty with me, but ever the kind soul when facing outsiders.”

Corinne frowned. ‘Is he complaining that I’m treating him badly?‘

In the past, she only viewed their relationship as that of a cooperation, and she generally tried her best

to avoid him when there was no need for her to put on an act. Though they had just agreed to try and

get along with each other earlier, she was still not ready yet. Furthermore, she was already 20 years

old, but she somehow felt that he was treating her like a child who could not take care of herself!

That evening, in an old dilapidated residential area far beyond the expressway of New Capital City, the

wife of Chris—the criminal suspect who almost assaulted Anya–had just returned home from the police

station with her child. Both mother and son were crying as they went home.

After learning that his father was a bad guy and was arrested by the police, Chris’s son Kenny lost trust

in his father, and his emotions crumbled even more. After arriving home, Chris’s wife finally calmed

down the boy’s emotions and put the child to sleep.

Not long later, the doorbell of her home rang suddenly.

She covered the child with a blanket, got up, and got out of bed to open the door. Outside the door

stood a woman wearing a cap, black sunglasses, and a large mask. She was carrying a black suitcase

in her hand.

Chris’s wife was a little nervous and wary. “H–Hello there. Are you looking for someone?”

The woman raised her hand to push the door and walked right into the house before taking off her

sunglasses and mask.