One Meet By Chance

Chapter 463 See Shirley Again

She had brown curly hair, and her skin was fair. That woman was with delicate makeup on her face. Teresa looked up and down at the woman in front of her and felt familiar.

"What? Teresa, you couldn't recognize me?"

"Shirley Lin?"

Teresa was surprised. Why was Shirley here? Her change was so big in such a short month. Moreover, she was with such kind of makeup that Teresa almost couldn't recognize her.

Most importantly, didn't TH Group ask Yilia to attend the banquet? Why was Shirley here? When did TH Group get such good benefits? The jewels all over her body were very expensive.

Enrique stood aside, smiling but saying nothing. It would be better for letting women solve their own problems. He was a man, and most importantly, someone would come tonight.

"Teresa, you look more and more radiant after getting married."

"You are not bad either."

"Enrique."

Just when Shirley was about to say something to Teresa, a tall man in a black suit came from a distance. When Shirley saw the man, her face changed immediately. She turned around and left without saying anything more to them.

It was Moore. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in a flash dress. 'Do women here like to dress up as light bulbs? They dress really tacky.'

"You came so early."

"I'm not as early as you. You are holding your little wife in your arms. You two are envious by others."

Usually, Teresa would not interrupt men's conversation. She turned around and went to a buffet table nearby to get something to eat. Not knowing when, Yilia stood beside Teresa.

"Have you seen Shirley?"

Teresa turned her head and looked at Yilia, without saying a word. Yilia, on the other hand, seemed to be talking to herself, paying no attention to whether Teresa had spoken to her or not.

"Since your wedding with Mr. Enrique, Shirley has disappeared without even coming to TH Group to resign. I was also shocked to see her here today."

Teresa's hand holding the cake paused for a moment. Did Shirley leave TH Group after their wedding? Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"I can't believe my own eyes. Oh, she didn't hook up with Mr. Enrique. I don't know which man she slept with to get this way."

"Miss Yan, you represent the TH Group. It's better to pay attention to what you say."

Teresa nodded at Yilia, turned around and walked towards the direction of Enrique. Looking at Teresa like this, Yilia sneered, 'Well, since you became the wife of the CEO, you begin to pretend to be pure and lofty?'

At this time, Shirley, hiding in a corner, looked resentfully at the two men not far away. One was the man who had taken away all her love, and the other was the man who had taken away her body.

It was these two men who ruined her life and made her become who she was now. 'Ha-ha, Enrique, I will make you regret giving me to that beast by yourself.

Moore, I will make you lose the most important things in your life and suffer bitterly. I will make you two men pay the price and die.'

Shirley's eyes were burning with hatred. At last, she looked at Teresa with a gloomy look. At this moment, a man in white shirt walked up to Shirley and whispered something to her. She narrowed her eyes and followed the man in white shirt.

After walking for a while, she arrived at the back room of the cabin, which was the most luxurious room decorated in the whole yacht. She knocked on the door gently.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Come in."

The door was opened from the inside, and Shirley stood outside. There was a flash of disgust in the eyes of the man who was only wrapped in a bath towel.

"Come in. Why are you still standing there?"

Shirley kept her head down and entered the room. There was a strange smell in the room, mixed with the scent of sandalwood, which made her feel disgusted.

"Well, I don't like the way you dress today. Take it off."

"But..."

After a while, she still needed to go out and stand in front of Teresa and others, telling them how successful and unrestrained she, Shirley, was after leaving them.

"Take it off."

The man's words made Shirley tremble. She didn't even dare to look up at the man in front of her. She stretched out her hand and slowly took off her clothes. She just stood in the room like that.

The man turned around and looked at the young woman's body. His eyes flashed with a light. He stepped forward, reached out and pinched the woman's chest with a strong force. Shirley's painful tears were rolling in her eyes.

But she didn't dare to make a sound, nor did she even dare to cry out in pain, because she knew that if she wanted to survive by the side of this man, she had to sell her body like this.

"What a bitch. It's still early. If you make me feel comfortable, I won't torture you."

The man's cold voice came to Shirley's ears. He had already sat on the edge of the bed. Shirley walked up meekly, squatted down and opened her mouth...

...

But not long after, Shirley began to feel sour in her stomach and wanted to vomit. Ignoring the man sitting on the edge of the bed, she ran straight to the bathroom.

The man's face was cold, but he still maintained his previous sitting posture and slightly narrowed his eyes.

"It seems that she has been vomiting for more than half a month from time to time."

After vomiting, Shirley knew that she would be doomed. Shirley walked out of the bathroom a little scared. She knew there were things she still had to face. Even if she was in a bad condition now, only she could swagger in front of Teresa, and then everything was worth it.

On the other side, Teresa felt a little bored, so she found a corner and sat down. Looking at the people coming and going at the banquet, she found that everyone here was either rich or powerful, but which one was Christopher? She couldn't make sure.

Enrique seemed to have a lot going on. There were many people came and proposed a toast to him. She didn't know much about business anyway. If she stood beside him, he might think she was an eyesore, so she'd rather sit in the corner and have a rest.

"Teresa?"

At this time, a young man stood in front of her. He was tall and looked gentle, with a glass of wine in his hand. Teresa narrowed her eyes and felt that she had met this man before.

"It seems that you don't remember me."

"Who are you?"

She was familiar with the man in front of her, but she suddenly couldn't remember who he was? Where on earth had they met? Was she really getting old? And gradually start to forget many things? She looked at the man with embarrassment.