Newell had a nonchalant expression with his hands on the table. "Whose fault was it?"
Jordy suddenly put down his pen and whispered, "Stop. It's her fault, so she should take the blame."
Newell frowned. "Stubborn!"
Newell shook his head helplessly but still asked calmly, "So, what are you going to do next?"
"I'm not going to get married right away as my grandpa said and I'm not going to Gloria again. Stop telling me that."
Newell raised his eyebrows, knowing he wasn't going to marry Angela, which would be a good thing.
After a pause, he said flatly, "You can't be so ignorant anymore. You always discard what you should cherish and vice versa. Jordy, you are a business talent, but you need a pair of bright eyes."
Newell was mocking him.
Jordy pursed his lips and said nothing.
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