Slender fingers pinched her chin, and his handsome face drew nearer as he spoke word by word, "Hannah Hargrave, how did I just realize that you’re so despicable, coveting even your sister’s lawful husband. Aren’t you afraid your peers will make fun of you for this?"

"Make fun?" Hannah sneered dismissively, raising her arm to hook Nicholas Croft’s neck. Although she wore a cashmere coat, the car body was still uncomfortable against her lower back, especially in this position.

She raised her chin and drew closer, smiling seductively, "Who can blame me for liking you so much? As for the peers, let them laugh as they please. After all, in our industry, if you think about it, most are relatives, hehe..."

As she finished speaking, Hannah laughed coquettishly, taking advantage of Nicholas Croft’s unpreparedness, she leaned in with her lips, but just as they were about to touch, Nicholas Croft grabbed her arm and threw her aside.

With great force, without a hint of pity.

With a thud, Hannah was thrown by Nicholas Croft from the driver’s side door to the back, her lower back hitting the hub of the rear tire, she cringed in pain with a muffled sound, and after a while, she slowly propped herself up with gritted teeth.

Body supported against the car body, she raised her chin to look at Nicholas Croft, even though the two lights on the front porch pillar weren’t particularly bright, they still completely revealed the discontent in her eyes.

Suddenly, she yelled, "Nicholas Croft! In what way am I inferior to that little b*tch? For you, I’ve kept my distance from all men, stayed by your side, wasted so many years of my youth. And you? Clearly, you don’t like me but still want to flirt with me, until that little b*tch appeared! You used our ambiguous relationship to pretend to help her settle in the circle, but actually wanted to seduce her, you two!"

Feeling agitated, Hannah raised her arm, pointing at Nicholas Croft with trembling fingers, speaking through gritted teeth, "A shameless adulterous couple, one is my half-sister, the other is the boyfriend I poured my heart into, yet you got together behind my back. Did you ever think about my pain when you did this!"

Nicholas Croft looked at her coldly, his face icy without a trace of emotion.

He never flirted with her, any closeness was due to working together.

If occasional chats or meals between partners or colleagues are considered ambiguous relationships, then pure friendship doesn’t exist in this world.

Seeing Nicholas Croft unmoved, Hannah shook her head, tearfully accusing, "Did you ever think about how I get through every night? I curl up on the floor smoking, drinking, crying alone till dawn... but you two never considered my feelings."

"It’s all your own doing!" Nicholas Croft coldly interrupted Hannah, his dark eyes as cold as ice, "I believe I’ve never confessed to you, nor have I had any physical contact. As for the ambiguity you mentioned, it’s all in your head! If blame is to be assigned, you can only blame yourself for imagining, imagining that a partner is a romantic partner,"

"No, it’s not like that!" Hannah refused to admit, propping up her body in front of Nicholas Croft, her hands gripping his collar, her face radiating humility, "Nicholas, you loved me, before, we worked together, attended events together, back then you loved me... but that b*tch came between us, I don’t know what she used to enchant you, Nicholas, you loved me..."

"Beyond help!" Seeing Hannah still so stubbornly deluded, Nicholas Croft coldly shook off her hands and walked towards his car.