Joanne sat on the window sill of the room, staring blankly at the direction of the gate.

No phone calls, no familiar sound of the brakes...

She knew that she couldn't wait for Brian to go home that evening.

She didn't need to wait for him anymore.

She personally pushed him out.

Because she was afraid of the cold, the heating in the house had not stopped since the winter had begun. At that moment, Joanne felt a coldness on her face; she reached out and her hands were filled with tears.

A sharp pain suddenly stabbed in the heart; the heart was so much pain. She whimpered, and finally couldn't help it anymore; she buried her face in her palms and burst into tears.

She was helpless like a baby, as painful as losing her mother at the age of fifteen...

She held herself tightly, and the slim body shrank down. She cried so much that her forehead and temples went numb, but in that dark night, as if there was no end, she could not find where her wound was.

In fact, no one had hurt her, that was her own choice.

She didn't know how long she had cried, and at the end her tears had dried up. Only the numbing feeling of her forehead and temples were particularly obvious. Joanne groped and climbed onto the bed, opening her eyes and waiting for the dawn.

Dawn was the time when everything would really begin.

The boundless night was like a huge beast; Joanne curled up in bed, thinking, it was better to be swallowed by that beast.

In the end, the beast was dispelled by the morning light of the next day.

She didn't sleep for a night, and cried a lot. When she got up, Joanne was groggy. It took her a long time in the bathroom to cover the bad-looking face, she also used hot compresses to ease the swell of her eyes, so that people wouldn't notice anything abnormal.

Confirming that everything was fine, Joanne went downstairs. Simon and Martha greeted her and looked behind her. They asked with confusion, "Where is the young master?"

"He didn't come back last night." Joanne suddenly coughed after she found her voice was hoarse.

"So busy," Martha saw Joanne's look was not normal, thinking that she was worried about Brian, so she comforted her, "It doesn't matter, it's only in recent times, everything will be fine after this!"

Joanne shook her head. "I don't know what he is doing, and he didn't call back yesterday," she took the car keys and said, "I am going to check in the company."

"Ah?" Martha was stunned, "Young Madam, won't you have breakfast before going?"

Joanne had already left with the car.

Rosalyn had already told her the address of the villa. The car was slowly driving on the road. Joanne had an illusion that the road was leading to the painful eighteen layers of hell.

She needed to turn in front.

Looking at the high road fence in front of her, Joanne wanted to hit it to get rid of the pain; it was unnecessary to push Brian to others.

But strangely, there was a force pulling her, and there seemed to be a voice in her ear to remind her to cherish life.

With a jerk of the steering wheel, the car turned a corner and then Joanne was half awake.

She also wanted to see Brian take Lambert Group to another high peak, how could she die?

The white car stopped in front of Rosalyn's house. Joanne did not rush to get off, but first contacted Oscar.

The phone rang less than three times and Oscar picked it up. He said bluntly, "Relax, the money has already been transferred to the Lambert Group' account. As long as Brian starts to deal with it, Lambert Group will be able to return to life."

Joanne hung up the phone and browsed the news on the Internet. Sure enough, the news of Southern Union Bank lending money to Lambert Group had swept the headlines of the major newspapers' financial editions.

She closed her eyes and got off the car, pushing the door open of Rosalyn's house.

At that point, Brian had just woken up.

He felt like he had slept for a century, and he seemed to have been sleeping, and dreaming.

At the end of the dream, Joanne smiled and said goodbye to him. He reached out and couldn't touch her, though she was close at hand. Being so, he could only hopelessly shout her name:

"Joanne!"

He got up from the bed suddenly. His head was heavy and felt extreme pain.

Although being uncomfortable, his natural keenness made him aware that he was in a strange environment. He frowned; the next second, things that had happened the previous night came to mind.

Brian subconsciously looked for Rosalyn. He simply turned and saw her wearing a nightgown sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine on her hand.

He looked down at himself, and he was also in a white robe. His clothes... and Rosalyn's clothes were entangled on the ground.

His pupils violently contracted, and he looked at Rosalyn coldly. Rosalyn smiled and sipped her wine. "Last night, I was..."

Brian sneered and interrupted Rosalyn, "Nothing happened between me and you."

It was true that he had passed out, but his memory would not go wrong, just... why did Rosalyn want to fake the scene?

Rosalyn opened her mouth pretending she was stunned and immediately smiled. Joanne won't believe that.

Brian smiled even colder. "You brought me here after so much effort, just to cause misunderstanding between me and Joanne? Rosalyn, she's not that easy as you think."

"Women who are jealous can be crazier than you think," Rosalyn walked over to the bed and leaned over to Brian. "You just don't know enough about women."

Brian squinted and didn't want to take care of any gentlemanly demeanor. When he reached out to push Rosalyn away, Rosalyn first grabbed his shoulders one step at a time. He frowned, and when he was about to push-

"Boom-" the door was pushed open.

Rosalyn blocked his sight, but the bad premonition was still entangled in his heart suddenly.

He pushed Rosalyn hard, and sure enough, Joanne stood in the doorway, with her eyes staring at him, as if she had never known him, and wanted to see through his blood and bones.

In that scene, even the clothing on the floor, even if it was Joanne, Brian did not dare to guarantee that she would not overthink about it.

"Joanne..."

Brian discovered that his voice was trembling, and he felt a bottomless hole in his heart. He was scared. Just like the time when Joanne went to the town of Z City for a business trip and disappeared on the mountain.

He opened the quilt and got out of bed, walking straight to Joanne in two steps, clutching her hand, as if she would immediately disappear from his eyes if his strength was loose.

Joanne's eyes gradually covered with a layer of water mist. "I looked for you last night, and here you are."

Her voice was calm, as if she were saying something very normal.

It was also the reason that Brian was even more afraid so he grabbed her tighter. "Joanne, don't overthink about it, I can explain."

Joanne shook her head, and the tears she had been withholding for a long time came out. Brian's hand touched her face and tried to wipe her tears. She took the opportunity to break away from his grasp and turned to run downstairs.

Brian grabbed her in a few steps and held her into his arms. "It's not what you see, nothing happened between me and Rosalyn. Can you listen to me to explain?"

Joanne wiped her tears and pushed him. "Change your clothes first."

"..." Brian did not move, still tightly holding Joanne.

"I will wait for you here," Joanne said.

Brian did not believe it at all, and hesitantly asked as he looked at her, "Really?"

"Otherwise?" Joanne pushed him away. "If I don't wait for you to come out to explain clearly, do I have to run back to cry and hang myself?"

Brian was finally assured and he went back to the room, where he happened to meet Rosalyn, who was on her way out. He looked cold and warned, "You better not tell her anything."

Rosalyn just smiled and went out to close the door for him.

For the first time in his life, Brian changed his clothes at the fastest speed and got out of the room. Fortunately, Joanne was still waiting outside.

However, her look suddenly became very calm, and her eyes were not shocked while looking at him.

Brian blinked and took a few steps. "What did Rosalyn say to you?"

"Go home." Joanne lowered her head and turned to go. Brian pulled her from behind, her face became serious, and said word by word, "I don't want to argue with you here!"

Brian took her hand. "Okay, let's go home."

Joanne's car stopped outside Rosalyn's house. She went straight to the driver's seat. Brian took the car key from her and said, Let me drive.

She didn't say anything and walked to the back seat and was pulled by Brian. His look was heavy,"Sit in the front seat."

Joanne pulled his hand away and sat on the front seat. Brian didn't seem to want to drive.

She glanced at Brian, and sneered. "Can't leave?"

Brian rubbed his temple. "Nothing happened between me and Rosalyn, how can I make you believe it?"

Joanne pressed her lips. "Can we go home first?"

Brian wanted to speak further, but Joanne looked unhappy, and he estimated that she wouldn't listen to it so he had to start the car.

Back at home, Joanne said nothing and went back to the room. Brian got out of the car and followed her but he was still locked out of the door.

He could only ask Simon to open the door with the key.

Simon asked while looking for the keys, "What happened?"

Brian's temple hurt again, and he sighed. "It was a misunderstanding, she was angered by it."

Simon opened the door. "Then you should talk nicely to the Young Madam."

Brian went in, and did not see Joanne in the room, but the door of the closet was open.

What was she doing in the closet?

Brian walked in and his temples almost exploded when he saw that Joanne was packing her bags.

"What are you doing!?" He walked over while frowning and pulled Joanne up from the floor, but he was stunned-he didn't know when she had burst into tears.

The anger aroused because of her being doubtful was instantly covered by distress. Brian wiped the tears from her face. "I can tell you everything from start."

Joanne smiled. "Rosalyn has told me everything."

Brian frowned. "What did she tell you?"

"In order to get the loan from Southern Union Bank, you promised to accompany her for one night." Joanne's smile gradually became cold, and the look she gave Brian gradually became colder and colder.

Brian didn't know whether he should feel angry or explain. He bit his teeth and asked, "Do you believe her? Believe that I would do this kind of thing?"

"I don't believe it." Joanne took out her mobile phone. "But how do you explain this?"

The mobile phone displayed a news portal, and several important news on the financial segment were reports on the approval of the Lambert Group' loan application by Southern Union Bank.

Brian squinted and grabbed Joanne's mobile phone, almost crushing it.

Rosalyn and Oscar had actually set him up.

"Brian," Joanne suddenly called him by his full name, and her voice was as cold as the winter wind, "I want a divorce."