After listening to what she said, Sherry's look became gloomy, years of accumulated grievances directly erupted out.

"Miss Nola, what do you want? You framed me a year ago, and you're still holding on to me. What have I ever done to you?"

"I don't like you! What can you do with me?"

Sherry clenched her fingers, hatred welled up in her heart, and then she smiled sarcastically: "Is it because of Mr. Aaron? He doesn't like you, and he'd rather have sex with me than you? Are ...