Taylor sneered in her heart when she heard Abby's sarcastic words.

Yet Taylor did not show any expression but answered quietly, "Simon is a good boss."

Seeing what Taylor looked like, Abby felt a kind of hate.

"My parents have known that you are at home. Come and have dinner with us next week." Abby put on an extremely sweet smile.

"Okay." Taylor nodded obediently. And she asked after thinking for a while, "Can you tell me the address? I—I don't remember that."

"It is in the Flower Compound. I will ask the housekeeper to drive you there at six o'clock in the evening." Abby frowned, "Taylor, can't you remember anything? You lived there for over twenty years and you forget it all?"

"Whenever I try to remember anything, my head will ache." Taylor pouted her lips and said with frustration.

"Okay, just forget it. It is no big deal." Abby caressed Taylor's shoulder, "Don't worry about it. I will take care of you. You can come to me whenever you need help. And you can come and consult Mr. Oscar whenever you have problems."

What Abby meant was that Bruce would choose SS Jewellery and that Taylor should persuade her boss to give up if she was sensible.

In that way, Abby could be kind enough to let Bruce do some small favor for Happy Summer Jewelry Studio.

"Thank you," Taylor responded with the same shallow smile.

Abby did bot change. She was still cocky.

And Abby thought she would get anything she wanted in the world.

However, how could one have a life which was always roses all the way?

Some things did not belong to a man. Even if he got it for a while, he would lose it at last.

And everyone must pay for their mistakes.

"Okay, I am leaving now." Abby raised her chin with pride, turned back, and was about to get into the car.

"Well, Abby." Taylor suddenly stopped her.

"What?"

"Olivia told me that I used to have a phone. And there are lots of pictures of my parents and I. Did I live with you before I went abroad? Did you ever see that phone? Is it still in the house?" The sadness appeared in Taylor's eyes, "I want to know what my parents look like."

Abby's eyes dilated with surprise when she heard Taylor's words. And her lips were tightened, her face twisted.

Phone?

Phone!

Abby clenched her fists tightly as if she was suppressing her emotions.

And she could not help thinking about Taylor's triumphant look when Taylor showed her phone six years ago.

On the phone, there was a picture of Taylor and Daniel who slept together and kissed each other. And that picture hurt Abby deeply.

Whenever Abby thought about that picture, she wanted to tear Taylor apart just as what she wanted to do six years ago. 

Taylor blinked and stared at Abby with an innocent look as if she had not sensed that Abby's emotion was changing.

Did you hate me?

And you felt painful with that hate?

That was great!

I would make you hate me more!

Yet you could not stop me from taking away things that you cherished. Taylor wondered in her mind.

"Abby?" Taylor smiled and uttered to remind her.

"I didn't see it. You must have brought it with you." Abby curved the corner of her mouth with a gloomy face.

"Well." Taylor pinched her lips together, "Thanks, I won't keep you any longer."

As Taylor said so, she drew back a step and let Abby leave in her car. 

"What are you talking with her? She seems unhappy?" Seeing Abby's car was leaving, Simon walked towards Taylor and asked.

"I just told her that we will have Mr. Oscar." Taylor blinked, "Let's go, we should be back."

"Abby doesn't seem to be a good person. Stay away from her," Simon remembered what he had surveyed, and the lights his eyes dimmed.

"I know."

"And, I want to have dinner at your house! I haven't had dinner with Kathy for three days!" Simon changed the topic.

"You can go to my house and have dinner with Kathy and Jane. But I will have dinner outside with a friend."

"A friend? Male or female? Do I know him? Can I join you?" On hearing this, Simon got close to Taylor anxiously.

"A girlfriend of the past. I met her yesterday at the TV station and you don't know her." Taylor pushed him away, "As for your last question, no!"

"Then I am not going with you. Humph! I will have dinner with Kathy and tell her that you always bully me!" Simon pursed his mouth and mumbled in an aggrieved tone.

"Can you mumble in a lower voice? You are annoying." Taylor rolled her eyes impatiently.

At night.

The heavy rain washed the whole world. Yet it could not stop people to enjoy their nights.

There were many people in the bar. Men and women there dancing as much as they liked to the music as if they could get rid of the annoying things in the daytime by doing so.

In a private room on the third floor, Daniel sat on a black sofa and put his legs on a glass table while he was wearing a grim face.

"Mr. Brook, I didn't interfere with what happened in South Africa. It's true." In front of the table stood a shivering man who justified in a quivering voice.

"Is that so?" Daniel stroked the red beryl on the handle of his whip, "I heard that you opened an account in Swiss Bank."

"I didn't!" That man stiffed for a while and denied without thinking about it.

And he shivered more violently.

"You didn't?" Daniel sneered and kicked the glass ashtray nearby.

The ashtray fell on the ground near that man's feet and went broken with a Boom!

"It seems that you forget it." Daniel smiled with a dangerous warning, "Should I remind you? That account is under a female name--"

"Makita Yukiko." Bill Smith added with a smile.

That man's face turned to be deathly pale on hearing this name. And his legs were too weak to support him because of fear that he knelt on the ground directly.  

The broken glass plunged into his knee and caused bleeding.

"Mr. Brook, I am so sorry. I did the wrong thing! Please forgive me, pardon me! I will compensate for the deficit in South Africa! I promise I will!" Not caring about the pain, that man moved forward while he was kneeling, and then he kowtowed madly to beg Daniel to spare him.

It was raining harder outside the window. And the sounds of the rain were annoying.

Daniel frowned as a surge of pain struck his temple. It seemed that his nerves were dancing in his brain, which almost drove him crazy.

He sat on the sofa with a harsh and grim look, which made him look dangerous and ruthless.