Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!
Chapter 87
Chapter 87
“You…” Cindy was visibly shaking by now.
“Stop it, you. We were best friends for almost eight years and we’ve taken countless pictures together. Don’t force me to prove it.”
Catherine calmly swept her gaze past the guests before finally landing her attention on the Jones couple.
“There’s no need to check the security footage because the Jones family wouldn’t allow it to happen anyway. I don’t want to stay at this ceremony for a minute longer. Honestly, I’m disgusted by all of you hypocrites.”
Then, she threw the microphone aside, jumped off the table, and started walking out of the banquet hall under everyone’s gaze.
The Jones and Lowe families looked extremely embarrassed.
Ethan was the most ashamed out of all. Finally, his father stepped forward and announced to the guests, “Let’s start the feast while the young couple gets changed and gets some rest upstairs. I bet they’re getting tired too.”
He threw a warning glare at Ethan after saying that. The latter gritted his teeth as he left the stage and walked toward backstage.
…
By the elevator.
Anxiety rocked through Catherine as she waited for the elevator to arrive.
had only
was a lone wolf now. They might come rushing to
took a long time as it traveled through more than 30
Ethan’s furious
find the handsome face written over with intense rage. He had never
that he
tall figure stepped in
what are
the question. This is a private matter between me and her. Step
Uncle…
she had been struck
What did he say?
just call
now a tangled
was Ethan’s uncle, then who the hell was
Oh no…
as he warned, “Stop while you can. It’s
About Let Me Go, Mr. Hill! - Chapter 87
Let Me Go, Mr. Hill! is the best current series of the author Shallow South . With the below Chapter 87 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 87 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com