"Mollie...I..." Jalen wanted to say that he sincerely liked Mollie. But when he glanced at Amelia on the side, he decided to say nothing. The Lewes Family was one of the four most wealthy and influential families in City Empire, and he could not afford to offend them.

Mollie paid no further attention to him but turned to Amelia solemnly and said, "I didn't know he was engaged to you, so it wasn't my intention to hurt you. I'm terribly sorry if I've done you any harm."

She was the one who first got together with Jalen. However, how could the status of a girlfriend be compared to that of the fiancée? She valued her individuality and dignity more than her love.

With that, she left the hotel on her ten-centimeter hells with a straight back, but no one knew that her delicate face was covered by tears.

The happiness and fairy tales she believed in was nothing but all lies of Jalen.

A drizzle fell at this moment. Mollies wondered if the sky was crying for her misery or laughing at her innocence.

There were few people on the street. Mollie's slim, slender figure was reflected upon those transparent glass windows.

Her eyes were bright, and her teeth were shining. She was in the long cream-colored dress with a fringed hem given by Jalen as a gift.

Eventually, she could not pretend that she was fine, slowly squatted down on the ground, and held her arms tightly, crying in the deserted street for her pathetic love like a helpless child.

"Mollie!"

Lydia noticed Mollie's devastation from not far away and felt distressed for her. She had never witnessed her tough, calm friend be so miserable before.

If she had not been late earlier, she would have smashed Jalen's head.

She walked up to Mollie and gently patted her on the back. "Go ahead and cry it out. It'll make you feel better."

Mollie, who had been bawling, suddenly looked up and wiped her tears. "Lydia, I need a drink."

People said alcohol could dispel sorrows and worries. Mollie was desperate to get drunk. Otherwise, she would get more and more saddened, then go for Jalen and beat him up.

"Okay, I will take you for a drink, but you need to get off the soaked dress."

Under Lydia's supervision, Mollie put on a voluptuous, feminine strapless dress and threw the one that Jalen presented into the trash can. It was meaningless for her to keep the legacy from a bad romance any longer.

It was rare for Mollie to visit a bar. However, upon seeing those men and women on the dance floor, she became incredibly excited as if her inner unhappiness had been vented.

"Come on, honey. Cheers!" Mollie's sight was slightly blurry after several rounds of drink. However, she wanted more.

Lydia was a better drinker than Mollie. Seeing that the latter was already drunk, she said, "That's enough for tonight. Let's go dancing!"

Mollie shook her head and pursed her lips, saying, "No, I don't know how to dance. I just want to drink. You go ahead." She did not enjoy dancing since she was a kid, as it always made her shy.

"Alright, then. Be nice and wait for me here. I'll be back in ten minutes."

Once Lydia left, Mollie got up and walked towards the restroom, vacillating and staggering.

Due to her dizziness or sedentariness, Mollie suddenly fainted and knocked into somebody's chest.

Rubbing her head, she lifted her head to see a handsome face.

The man's eyes were dark and deep, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips were attractive and sexy.

His sword-shaped long brows were giving off a charming vibe.

Mollie had never met such a pretty man before and felt like the alcohol had taken all her sanity away.