Chapter 53 - A Two-Faced Person (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lauren felt even more aggrieved. She was not the one who took the initiative to speak to him!

They were clearly the ones who had done wrong, so why couldn’t she be angry?

Lauren looked at Franklin, she raised her head and pouted her lips.

“You always say that I’m making a scene, but I am not making a scene! What you said about making a scene is unreasonable, but I have a reason to be angry! Since all of you think that I’m a jinx and that I’ve brought misfortune to the Torres family, then why can’t I just leave?”

Lauren initially wanted to say these words in a cool manner, but when she thought of the scene in front of the study room yesterday, the more she spoke, the sadder she became. Her nose twitched again.

“Don’t come looking for me, or else you’ll say that I’ve brought misfortune to you again!” After saying this, Lauren jumped down from her chair and sat at another table.

Ben came over with a few bottles of water. Looking at the two of them, he knew that they hadn’t come to an agreement.

“Mr. Carson, let’s go!”

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“Didn’t you say that we have to wait until six o’clock?” Ben stood between the two tables. He did not know which side he should lean on.

“We’re not waiting anymore! Hmph!” After saying that, she walked towards the parking lot.

Ben quickly put down the water bottles in his hands. While following Lauren, he turned around and spoke to Franklin.

“Master Franklin, don’t worry. If there’s anything, I’ll let you know in time.”

Franklin waved his hand gloomily as he watched Lauren leave without looking back. Her long hair swayed with her footsteps.

He still had to get Quinn, that brat, to apologize on his own.

After learning from Ben that Lauren was living well at the Dream Villa, he felt a little relieved and drove back to the Torres family.

Mr. Hayes was standing eagerly at the door. When he saw Franklin’s car appear in his line of sight, his eyes clearly lit up.

However, when he saw that Franklin was the only one getting out of the car, his smile disappeared. He didn’t even wait for Franklin before entering the door.

Franklin was speechless. He thought to himself, ‘Am I so unpopular?’

Franklin, who was annoyed by the recent happenings, could only vent his anger on the culprit, Quinn.

It wasn’t time for dinner yet. Quinn was lying on the sofa with his hands on the game controller, his hands moving nimbly. On the TV screen, little people were running around with swords, constantly killing their enemies.

Franklin had never liked his family members to play this kind of fighting and killing game. To him, it was a meaningless waste of time.

Quinn had been told off many times, so when he saw Franklin coming back, he quickly sat up straight. But his hands did not stop moving, he just said perfunctorily, “Franklin, why are you back so early today?”

Franklin sat beside Quinn, and the soft leather sofa sank slightly.