Chapter 421 Letting Myself Loose

• Yvonne Summer shot her a thumbs-up. “That’s our Angie—bold in love and hate, able to hold on and let go. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Suitors will line up for you. As for Conrad Heathcliff, that lousy scumbag can go to hell. I’ll bet you this: the day you remarry, he’ll regret it so much he’ll want to rip his guts out.”
• Angela Banner snorted. “No way I’m going back to sloppy seconds. Even if he kneels and begs, I won’t look back.”
• “Well said. That’s some backbone.”