Chapter 1106

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South]

“Done.”

After Freya walked over, she winked at Catherine.

Catherine was just about to speak when she suddenly noticed that Shaun was looking over. Since he
was far away, she could not see his eyes clearly, but it still made her feel awkward. “You didn’t say
anything to him, right?”

“I didn’t say anything.” Freya shook her head. “He doesn’t know that you’re worried about him.”

“I’m not worried about him.”

Catherine immediately glared as if she had been poked in a sore spot.

“Don’t deny it, I understand.”

Freya placed a hand around Catherine’s shoulder. “ After all, he’s a man you once loved. When you see
him in such dire straits, your heart will naturally feel differently than others. In short, it’s complicated.
There’s a little hate, a little sympathy, and maybe something unknown— ”

“Shut up. I’m going to find Wesley. I can’t be bothered with you anymore.”

Catherine pushed her away with a deadpan face and turned around.

Although she was looking for Wesley, Freya’s words would echo in her mind.

Yes, she hated Shaun before and had even cursed him to lose everything.

However, now that he had become like this, she did not feel all that happy—especially when she saw
him being bullied by everyone.



However, she refused to admit that she was worried about him.

How could she be worried about him? It was only because of Suzie.

After wandering around, she finally found Wesley in the tea room on the second floor. He was drinking
tea with a few portly middle-aged men.

Looking at those people, they did not look like they were businessmen. It was clear that they were
influential people in politics.

Wesley was talking and laughing with them. Occasionally, he would diligently pour tea for the people.
The sight of him flattering the others there made Catherine subconsciously stop in her steps.

She felt a little uncomfortable.

She rarely saw Wesley like this. In her memory, Wesley had always been gentle and elegant, but she
could see that Wesley was currying favor with these people.

She found this sight of Wesley rather unfamiliar. She knew she should not be like this. Everyone had to
sweet talk and flatter others when it came to business, but she subconsciously felt resistant to it.

She suddenly remembered how Wesley had offered to accompany her to the banquet.

Was it really because he was afraid that Shaun would steal her away?

In truth, was it actually because he wanted to befriend this group of powerful figures?

“Is that your so-called husband? He’s quite good at kissing *ss.”

Shaun’s cold voice suddenly sounded above her.



Catherine turned around and saw his sarcastic face. She felt her heart being stabbed by something. “It’s
better than a certain someone who wants others to kiss his *ss but no one cares about him.”

“Yes, I want to kiss your *ss but you don’t care about me.” Shaun’s gaze when he looked at her suddenly
melted like snow in spring; it was full of tenderness.

The corners of Catherine’s mouth twitched, but before she could react, she was pulled to the other side
by Shaun.

“Shaun Hill, let me go.” Catherine lowered her voice and tried to shake off his hand. Her eyes glanced
nervously at Wesley, afraid that he would see.

“Don’t worry, his heart is now full of Senator Mead. He has no time to pay attention to you.” Shaun
pushed open a small door on the side and pulled her in. He pressed her against the wall and caged her
in.


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