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Chapter 1113 - 1111: Must You Make Things So Absolute?

    <h4>Chapter 1113: Chapter 1111: Must You Make Things So Absolute?</h4>


    But even as she kept telling herself it was impossible, deep down she couldn’t help but feel afraid.


    Afraid that what she worried about would be reality.


    Afraid that the lowly, poor woman would be a well-breddy like her,


    Now, the main reason Lady Octavia stood by her and wanted to matchmake her with Ashton Heath was because she felt that the Heath family and the Kelloway family were matching in social and economic status.


    If Lady Octavia knew the true situation of the Kelloway family, no matter how much she liked her, she might probably hesitate.


    If Joanna became the daughter of the White family, with the White family’s current status and position, what reason would Lady Octavia have to object to her being with Ashton Heath?


    Even the Kelloway family now wanted to rely on the power of the White family.


    If Joanna became the daughter of the White family, she would have no advantage in front of her.


    Reba Kelloway absolutely couldn’t tolerate such a thing happening.


    Whether she was being paranoid or there was really such a possibility, she had to investigate the matter thoroughly.


    It would be best if everything was not as she had suspected, and she was just overthinking it.


    But if it was really as she suspected, she wouldn’t allow her suspicions to be reality.


    She wouldn’t tolerate someone who used to be far inferior to her, to eventually surpass her.


    She would never let such a thing happen!


    *


    The next day.


    Joanna Lawrence, still on vacation, was awakened early in the morning by a strange iing call.


    Seeing it was a stranger’s number, she hung up at once.


    Thinking it was a harassing call.


    But that number soon called again.


    Joanna was grumpy when waking up, feeling annoyed that a strange call had awakened her, and answered the phone angrily, "Hello, I’m Joanna Lawrence, may I ask who this is?"


    Although she was angry, thinking it might be work-rted, she still managed to ask politely through gritted teeth.


    "Joanna Lawrence, do you really have to be so ruthless?" An angry voice rang out, the man seeming very angry, his questioning tone heavy.


    Joanna was taken aback, her brows furrowing instantly, her tone bing cold, "I wondered who was so annoying to disturb my dreams early in the morning, turns out it’s you. David Benington, did you dial the wrong number? I don’t understand what you’re talking about."


    Joanna had long since cklisted David Benington’s phone number.


    Estimating that David had discovered he was cklisted, he had changed to another number to call her.


    "You don’t understand?" That night David Benington had already fallen out with her, so he no longer pretended to be a mild-mannered gentleman. His deep voice coldly said, "Don’t tell me you didn’t want to take revenge on me, so you had Frank Parker attack Gxy Agency."


    "Joanna Lawrence, I didn’t expect you to be so indiscreet, such a casual woman. One minute you’re with a guy named Ashton Heath and the next with a guy named Frank Parker. Just how many sugar daddies do you have?"


    "I used to think you were pure and innocent and a kind-hearted good woman. I was even afraid of scaring you, not daring to get too close to you. But in the end, you’re just a ything that can be bought with money."


    Ever since David Benington found out that Joanna was not a virgin, in his heart, she was no longer pure.


    No longer a woman deserved to be treated seriously and sincerely.


    He already thought Joanna was a casual woman, so naturally, he would no longer respect her as he did before.
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