Chapter 390 Suicide

• Finishing her last word, Reilly Schulze stared coldly at the man beside her and kept yanking at the door handle. “Now. Leave. I don’t want to see you at all.”
• Her disgust for Ford Bannister had grown to a level that even she found unreal. Reilly had thought she would slowly let it go, at least not hate him this much.
• She gave herself a bitter little smile. Guess she’d loved too hard back then—no wonder she loathed him now.