The Wrong Woman

Mila had barely walked a few steps when Yale suddenly grabbed her arm. Stopped in her tracks, she turned back to look at his hand with a frown. She then looked into his eyes. They exchanged glances, but he didn't let go. Mila's expression turned gloomy. "Mr. Xander, whatever it is, please let go of my hand first. Don't hold my hand like this."

Not only did Yale not release her hand, but he also held on tighter. He slowly walked up to her and asked softly, "Ms. Hoffis, can we be friends?"

"I'm sorry, we can't."

Yale smiled bitterly, and a sense of loneliness exuded from him. He continued, "If you were friends with me, you'd find me very helpful."

"How so?" Mila countered.

Yale responded, "Well, I'm the next President candidate."

Mila forced a smile as she didn't want to offend him. She politely replied, "I hope you achieve your wish to become the next President. But I don't think we can be friends."

Just as Mila was about to push his hand away, a shout came from nearby. "What are you two doing behind my back?"

Mila was startled by the angry roar. As she turned to look, she saw Lillian. Wearing a wedding dress, Lillian angrily rushed over with Fenna escorting her.

Lillian was furious.

Mila nervously shook off Yale's hand and finally managed to free her own.

As Lillian rushed over, she raised her hand and tried to slap Mila.

it, but Yale was faster. He rushed to Mila's side and grabbed Lillian's wrist. "Lillian, don't be

friends. We're here to catch up.

at Yale in

he mean

hearing this, Lillian became even more angry. She was so angry that

did you two get together?

I love the most. The woman I'm marrying today is you, and I'll never have

women may want to get close to me, but I really don't have any interest in

you and Wanda doing

no interest in a woman who clings to

"Really?" Lillian asked.

ever lied

of them then

she had never

few words, he had ruined her reputation. Not only that,

coldly snorted because she didn't even have the

them. She just

with a smirk, as if