His expression turned cold and his voice was hoarse. "The shares I gave you are for you to live a better life, not for you to use as leverage in negotiations with me." "So, Mr. Frost, is that a yes or a no?"


    He sneered, speaking with the utmost coldness, "Then you can try it. Whoever you sell them to, I''ll make sure they suffer. If you want to harm someone, feel free to."


    He remained obsessively stubborn, almost to the point of being pathological. Threats were a game of who could sink lower. I couldn''tpete with him, and there was no point in saying anything more. Grinding my teeth, I went to find Jane.


    Jane andn were discussing some trivial matters. Seeing me arrive, Jane smiled atn. "Mr. Brown, after the New Year, when you return to Jston, let me treat you to a meal."


    "Alright."n nodded slightly.


    After greeting him, I was about to leave with Jane whenn suddenly called out to me, "Ms. Wilson!"


    He hesitated before speaking, "Is your divorce with Mr. Frost rted to the kidnapping and his engagement to Bethany?"


    I answered honestly, "Yes, but not much."


    "In fact, during the kidnapping, Mr. Frost knew the gun was unloaded. The feel and weight of the gun with bullets would have been different,"n said with some sympathy. "That night when he came back, he smoked the entire night, saying that you must have been utterly disappointed in him."


    I blinked. "I know. He wanted to protect me."


    I hadn''t known on the day of the incident. Butter, he escaped, called off the engagement, and began dealing with the Shaw family under the name of the RF Group. That was when I knew.


    "Because that was just thest straw that broke the camel''s back."


    I smiled faintly. "So, whether it''s a straw or a rose wrapped in straw, it makes no difference."


    Inside the banquet hall, there wasughter and joy. We went to the food table to grab some paries, nning to have a bite and then leave as the event was nearing its end. Shortly after eating, I suddenly started to itch.


    Jane noticed me scratching my arm and asked with concern, "What''s wrong?"


    "I don''t know why, but I''m itching all over."


    At first, it was just an itch on my chest, but soon it spread to the rest of my body. I frowned, "It might be a food allergy."


    Jane lifted my sleeve to check and grew anxious. "It''s definitely an allergy, exactly like the one you had in college. Strange, you didn''t eat any yam just now. How are you feeling now?"


    "It might be that some pastry had yam powder in it."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    I grabbed my bag and stood up. "Let''s go tell Grandma and leave for now."


    "Okay, while it''s still early, I''ll apany you to the hospital."


    "Okay." I nodded.


    Madam Shaw was resting in a separate reception room with the door open, only she and Frank were there, talking about something. When Frank saw me knock, he stopped talking, seemingly taking in what I had said earlier, and stared at his phone without giving me an extra nce.


    Grandma tapped his head and looked at me kindly. "Charlotte,e and sit."


    "It''s alright, Grandma."


    In front of the hosts, it wasn''t appropriate to mention my allergy, which would make it seem like the host''s hospitality wascking. I simply said, "I have something urgent to attend to and need to leave." "Alright, I''ll arrange a driver..." Grandma''s gaze suddenly fell on the rash above my wrist, which wasn''t covered by my sleeve. Her tone changed. "What''s wrong with your hand?"