Chapter 267
Aubree’s interview was finally wrapping up.
Honestly, every single one of her achievements could be an inspirational story. For quite some time to come, Rithol City would likely be buzzing with Aubree’s name.
After the interview, Aubree planned to leave with Bowen to pick up Alvin from school.
Bowen whispered in her ear, “No matter what you do or who you go up against, I’ll be the sharpest blade in your hand. Aubree’s heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze.
Aubree smiled confidently. “I will.”
The entrance was still swarming with parents and reporters, so Aubree pulled Bowen toward the auditorium’s back exit, planning to slip out unnoticed.
“Looks like someone just couldn’t wait any longer,” Bowen murmured, tightening his grip on Aubree’s hand as his eyes narrowed at the figure blocking the back exit.
It was Bryan.
Aubree stopped dead in her tracks. Seeing her pause, Bryan cautiously approached her, his face etched with hesitation. “Aubree,” he pleaded softly, “Can we just talk for a moment?”
His tone was humble, his expression pleading.
Aubree sneered inwardly and thought. ‘Well, isn’t this a surprise.
‘If someone had told me that the almighty Bryan would one day humble himself and beg me just for a civil conversation, I wouldn’t have believed it, not even in my wildest dreams.
“Back when I was bending over backwards to please you, all I got were insults and beatings. Now that I’ve turned the tables, you’re all crawling back to lick my boots. If I’d known this was your style two years ago, I would’ve given each of you a good, hard slap across the face the very first day I came back to the Wilson family!”
When Bryan heard Aubree’s words, a searing pain surged from his heart, radiating through every fiber of his being. It was unbearable.
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