Chapter 56 About Me Leaving the Jensons


    But Tilda was different now.


    In herst life, she had paid with everything–trapped by K’s schemes, left inside a burning fire, her whole body swallowed by mes until nothing was left.


    “Your little step back to move forward‘ trick is smart, I’ll give you that. But if you leave the Jensons, everyone will think I forced you out. Then I’ll be the bad guy forever, and they’ll all pity you. They’ll spoil you even more and wee you back with open arms.


    “In the end, I’ll have nothing. But you, K, you’ll turn into the poor little princess, tragic and heartbroken, only to be carried back home like some fairy–tale ending.”


    “Tilda, you’ve got it wrong. What do I have to do for you to finally believe me-


    “And another thing!”


    Tilda, sick of K’s weak, fake act, cut her off sharply.


    I don’t even care about being the Jenson heiress!


    “If you want it, take it–it’s yours!


    “Enough. Your ten minutes are up–I’m leaving.”


    Tilda checked the time and clicked her tongue in annoyance.


    <i>Can’t </i><i>believe </i>I’ve <i>already </i><i>given </i><i>K </i><i>extra</i>.


    And for what? <i>Listening </i><i>to </i><i>her </i><i>nonsense </i><i>without </i><i>gaining </i>a <i>single </i><i>useful </i><i>thing</i>.


    <i>What </i><i>a </i><i>total </i>waste of <i>my </i><i>lunch </i><i>break</i>.


    <i>Still</i>… <i>this </i><i>woman </i><i>isn’t </i><i>dumb</i>. <i>She’s </i><i>careful </i>never <i>to </i><i>show </i><i>her </i><i>real </i><i>face </i><i>directly</i><i>. </i>


    K, realizing her n had failed, clenched her jaw.


    She hadn’t expected Tilda to be so sharp, so untouchable. Even the shiny bait of the heiress title didn’t tempt her.


    K was about <i>to </i>let Tilda go when she spotted a familiar figure in the distance.


    At first, she couldn’t believe it..


    But it really was him.


    “Tilda, please!” K suddenly cried, throwing herself toward her.


    Tilda moved instinctively, stepping aside.


    She didn’t even touch K-


    But K let out a loud scream, spun dramatically, and copsed to the ground.


    She twisted her ankle, and her face twisted with exaggerated pain.


    “K”


    Kussell’s and Howard’s voices rang out as they rushed over in panic <fndd8d> Chapters first released on find(?)ovel</fndd8d>


    K, are you okay?”


    “No I <b>think </b>I wasted my ankle


    11:23 AM PP.


    Chapter 56 About Me Leaving the Jensons


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    Watching the scene, Tilda’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.


    Of course. K is still acting. <i>She </i><i>never </i><i>stops</i>.


    “Dad. Howard, why are you two here?”


    <b>ID </b>


    Finished


    Truth was, K had already seen them. But even she didn’t know why Russell and Howard suddenly appeared at Orica University.


    “We’ll talkter…


    “Tilda!”


    Russell straightened up, his eyes zing as he red at her.


    “How dare you bully K! Do you think the Jensons are dead and gone? Apologize to her right now!”


    Howard helped K up, his own face dark with anger as he stared at Tilda.


    K was their darling, their precious treasure. Even a scratch on her was uneptable.


    And now they had just watched her get “pushed” to the ground and twist her ankle.


    Of course, they had to stand up for her.


    “Hah, you want me to apologize? Russell, you really do dream big.


    “I honestly wonder how you even run Jenson Group. I thought you were just riding on a woman’s coattails.”


    Compared to him, ir had always been far stronger.


    Back in the day, she ruled the business world as the queen of negotiations. She and Russell together built Jenson Group into a giant, one of the top forces in Slosa and even across Cethend.


    But once thepany was stable and the kids were born, ir stepped back from the spotlight.


    Truth was, most of Jenson Group’s glory came from ir.


    Of course, everyone had a w<b>, </b>


    ir’s was that when she snapped, her tongue was sharp enough to cut like a knife.


    Just like Howard’s.


    “Tilda!”


    Russell finally lost control.


    His face turned dark with rage as he lifted his hand, ready to p his “ungrateful” daughter across the face and teach this reckless girl a lesson.


    ‘Dad, no!


    K ever the saint,” darted in front of Tilda at thest second


    Russell couldn’t stop himself in time.


    Smack!


    The p rang out,nding right across K’s cheek<b>. </b>


    She toppled to the ground, her face instantly swelling with a red handprint


    “K”