Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 481 A Failure

When the car pulled up in front of Yard Manor, Cassie shoved June aside and opened the car door. She was about to step out when June said softly, “I don’t mind if you want to let everyone see you looking like that. I can even take the opportunity to take photos of it.”

Cassie spun around and glared at him. He did all this. Over the last two years, he has destroyed my confidence and trampled on my self-esteem. His actions are way more despicable than what Oscar did. Oscar hurt me, but I brought that upon myself. As for June, he deliberately does what he knows he shouldn’t. June has not only walked all over me, but he has also ruined my artistic career. He took everything I had and crushed them beneath his feet.

Shooting him a death glare, she hissed, “You’re a f*cking wolf in sheep’s clothing!”

June was unfazed by her anger. He instructed the driver nonchalantly, “Bring her a dress. Also, I don’t want what happened today to leak out. Understood?”

The driver nodded. He got out of the car with his head bowed, not even daring to glance at Cassie in the rearview mirror.

He soon returned with a white dress. As June took the dress, he asked, “Did anyone say anything?”

The driver replied, “Mrs. Yard asked what happened, so I explained that a car bumped into Ms. Yard. I assured her that Ms. Yard was fine, but her dress got torn.”

June waved for the man to leave, and the driver withdrew at once.

“Put this on, Baby. I particularly like seeing you in a white dress. In Chanaea, white symbolizes purity. Ironically, you’re nothing like that,” June remarked while smirking, holding the dress against Cassie.

Cassie grabbed the white dress from his hands, undressed right before him, and put it on.

June ogled at her body, swallowing hard as he said, “No matter how many times I’ve touched your body, it still tempts me like a fatal attraction. All I want now is to push you down and—” Before he could finish his sentence, Cassie threw the clothes she had been wearing straight in his face.

“You scoundrel. I hope you rot in hell,” Cassie snarled. With that, she opened the car door and got out.

buried his nose in her clothes and sniffed it with a worshipful

as you. You’re the only one for me. For you, I can even put up with your promiscuous ways. Why do you still go looking for Oscar? Must I make Clinton Corporation bankrupt and take away everything they have before you’re willing to take me seriously?” June muttered, a dangerous

be willing to ruin you so that you have no choice but to stay

Cassie’s clothes, looking intoxicated by her unique

reverted to the

her parents about his despicable actions. His lips curled into a smirk, and he

Mrs. Yard,” June greeted

smile when she

what she says.” As Elizabeth

mood. She met with Oscar just now, and he said some humiliating things. Hence, I can understand why she’s taking it out on me,” June answered. His tone was gentle, and he sounded like a considerate boyfriend indulging

Yard, you went looking for Oscar again? Have you lost your mind? How can you still cling to him so stubbornly after how he treated

effort into utterly ruined. I had no clue about what went on

so infuriated that even her chest

and the Clinton family had a huge falling out. Yard Group suffered a terrible blow when Oscar deliberately sought to seek revenge. If it

risk of sleeping out on the streets like a beggar! Do you think you could continue to live so extravagantly as you are now? If June had not stepped in to help, you probably wouldn’t even have a dog’s kennel to sleep in!

the Clintons. Our families used to be so close. But after the falling

going to stay here and waste my time arguing with you.” With that,

Charlie called out, “Come

walked

“Sit down.”

Cassie complied.

Even if he divorces Amelia, it’ll still be a fact that you mean nothing to him. If you continue to pester him, you’ll only be embarrassing yourself further. Although we’re not as wealthy and influential as the Clintons, no one can deny your status as the daughter of a prominent family and your upper-class upbringing. You’ll only tarnish your