When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I shook my head and gave her a wry smile while looking at the obedient little Summer. “I’m not going to let that happen. There’s got to be another way. Summer can’t live without me, and I can’t leave her behind as well. No one can break us apart.”

We had been through so much for more than ten years. Even if Jackson and I were to go to court, I would never ever stab him in the back with that.

I was worried that Emery might do things on the spur-of-the-moment decision. So, I emphasized once again, “Emery, get them to delete it.”

She rolled her eyes at me resignedly. “I don’t know how to explain what a good opportunity this is to you.”

I pursed my lips a little at her comment. Before I could retort, the store manager walked up to us in an attempt to strike up a conversation. “Ms. Moore, have any of the suits taken your fancy? You guys seem a little tired. Why don’t you pick your favorite one first? I will get someone to pack it up for you.”

Emery, whose mind was muddled, simply pointed at the display rack in front of us. A lady in sexy clothes was standing at the spot she gestured to. Emery then said generously, “I want everything on the rack. Please pack everything up and deliver them to my house later.”

of the world. He bent over slightly and said, “Alright. Please wait for a

pack up the clothes. Suddenly, a high-pitched and piercing voice of a woman

sexy and smoking hot woman aggressively approaching the manager. “Are you the store manager? Didn’t you see that

talking to the manager, she was shooting us a death stare. Obviously, she was not easy to deal

was probably feeling worried today, which explained why she completely

times higher than the woman who was yelling rudely. After all, the world is ruled by power, and power is obtained with money. With the Moore family’s reputation, Emery didn’t have to worry about anything. It was clear cut, whether the manager would stand on or her side or the side

farewell. All the best! After

way. “Stop right there!

started talking in a whiny voice. “Mr. Ziegler, Someone’s bullying me! Are

made me sick. Hence, I turned around, only to see Mr. Ziegler in a colorful suit. It seemed like he was texting on his phone. After