Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1072

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1072

Yvette’s irritating voice rang in Hannah’s ear, instantly giving the latter a headache. Glaring at Yvette, Hannah scolded silently in her mind.

Tsk, are you any better? The only thing you know is to seduce men. What’s there to brag about? You’re just an idiot fantasizing about becoming Mrs. Norton. Do you know that he has already taken me as his wife?

Hannah frowned slightly but managed to squeeze out a smile. “Yeah, you’re right. I am shabby, but you’re just a little shabbier than I am, else Fabian wouldn’t be so nice to me,” mocked Hannah, swallowing the rage in her.

“Oh, really? Is Fabian really that nice to you?” asked Yvette, feigning surprise. “How come I’ve never heard of it? All I know is that he told me, I will soon be his wife,” declared Yvette proudly with a raised eyebrow. Even if she were lying, Hannah couldn’t tell.

Utterly devastated at those words, the scenes where she interrogated Fabian, demanding to know if he really did consider marrying Yvette surfaced in Hannah’s mind.

Stay calm… stay calm…

in her head as if chanting a magic spell, trying to ground

hand, enjoyed seeing how

want to compete with me? You’re still missing years of excruciating training. Look at how you are all dolled up. Are you trying to seduce Fabian after knowing he would be here? Hmpf, in your dreams. Only I get to

in her hand slipped out her grasp, spilling

exclaimed in surprise,

attracted many heads to turn in

so sorry,” said Yvette weakly, “I’ve accidentally twisted my ankle. It wasn’t done on purpose. Please don’t be mad at me,” continued Yvette

know you did it on purpose, yet here you are playing the victim. You are really such a professional

“What? Do you think my acting skills are good for nothing?” whispered Yvette with a

ankle and unintentionally spilled the wine on her dress. Hannah swallowed all the words she wanted to say to refute, knowing it would be in vain. Without another word, Hannah picked up her bag and hurried towards the

evil sneer, twisting her features into

tissues. After struggling for a few minutes, she realized her attempts were futile. No matter how hard she rubbed, the stain would still be visible. Giving up, she decided not to wear the evening gown Franchot had picked for her

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