If Benjamin Grant knew that the kind of hymen she made was broken by an old man, wouldn't she be doomed?
No, he can't find out.
…
Outside the Nightingale Family mansion.
Violet Hargrove was thrown to the ground like a dead fish.
She felt extremely humiliated. She couldn't be done for like this. If she fell, Isabelle would have no support in the future!
With this in mind, she struggled to her feet and disappeared into the night.
*
The night was deep.
The Grant Family mansion.
Someone reported: "Madam, Madam Nightingale is here!"
"Oh?" Lilah raised an eyebrow. Violet Hargrove, here so soon? Let her be arrogant normally, now she's been kicked out, right?
Lilah rose, strutted towards the door in her high heels: "Well, what wind blew my in-law here?"
"By the way, another batch of male models have arrived at the club. Do you want to take a look? I'll pick a few more for you?"
Lilah's tone was full of sarcasm. Hmph, she was ready to turn against the Nightingale Family.
