Mark Tremont mocked mercilessly, “Do you want to see her, or do you want how Will Sivan is doing?”
Arianne caught her breath and got up, saying, “I’m done with my meal.”
Mark Tremont looked at her coldly. “Did I say you could leave?”
“Is there anything else?” Arianne looked back at him while standing on the spot.
“Come home punctually after work tomorrow. If you can’t do that, then don’t even go out,” Mark Tremont said and went upstairs, leaving her no room for negotiation.
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