My Heart only Beats for You

As Yuliana was silent, Tremaine started to mock her. "I know that you have bad eyesight, and it's not the first

tyou've mistaken. | hope you can get your eyes checked and get them treated as soon as possible.

Otherwise, | don't know what will happen." Yuliana was not stupid.

How could she not understand the sarcasm in Tremaine's tone? Yuliana was so embarrassed that she wanted to

bury herself in a hole.

Tremaine curled his lips, and his gaze was intimidating.

"Yuliana, as far as | know, you have bought a lot of luxury goods these years, and | think you can't use them all.

If you sell those, you can also help the people of Nashaland."

At that instant, Yuliana felt as if someone had stabbed her in the heart.

However, she had to force a smile. "You're right, Tremaine. | really can't wear all of them. I've been organizing

my things for the past two days, and | was thinking about donating sof them. Even if you didn't mention it, |

was still going to donate." Yuliana knew that she made another mistake, and Tremaine wouldn't let her go so

easily. The only way to calm Tremaine down was to make a few sacrifices.

Tremaine sneered. "That would be great, Yuliana."

Yuliana couldn't stay any longer.

With that, she said, "I'll head back and pack up. I'll donate them all tomorrow."

Just as Yuliana was about to leave, Tremaine stopped Yuliana again.

He said clearly, word by word, "Don't you think you need to say something after slandering Yesseca like this?"

Yuliana's fists were clenched tightly.

The hatred that she was feeling at that moment was beyond description.

Originally, she thought that there would be no trouble after saying she was going to donate her things, but she

didn't expect Tremaine to stop her! Yuliana had to look at Yesseca.

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Yesseca, | was wrong. It's all my fault. Please forgive me, and let's

put this behind us."

After that, Yuliana ran away as if she had seen a ghost.

After Yuliana left, Tremaine looked at Madam Quartley again. "Do you have anything else to say,

Grandmother?"

Madam Quarley had mixed feelings.

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Moments later, she muttered, "You did a good deed."

After muttering, Madam Quartley turned around and left.

Tremaine did not stop her and let her leave.

After all, Madam Quartley had only called Yesseca to cdown when he returned. She did not make things

difficult for Yesseca beforehand.

Plus, Madam Quartley was his grandmother.

As he didn't want to embarrass Madam Quartley, he let it slide.

After Madam Quartley and Yuliana left, Tremaine dismissed the guards as well.

As all of them left the room, Tremaine strode towards Yesseca.

Yesseca's eyes were glowing.

Her heart was full of gratitude towards Tremaine.

When Yuliana had wronged her at first, Tremaine didn't ask what had happened and stood on Yesseca's side

instead. How could she not be grateful for a man like this? Just as Yesseca was about to thank Tremaine,

Tremaine stretched out his hand.

In a split second, Yesseca cried out in surprise.

Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand to pinch Yesseca's ear.

It was painful.

Yesseca shouted, "Tremaine, let go of me, let go of me!"

Tremaine sneered. "You sold them as soon as | gave them to you. Yesseca, you move fast, huh."

Yesseca laughed dryly.

Knowing that she was guilty, she softened her voice. "Because | don't need it. Besides, it is also to help the

people in Nashaland. Those are your people." Tremaine loosened his grip.

He wanted to speak up, but he swallowed the words that he wanted to say originally.

Tremaine tapped Yesseca on the head. "You're stupid, really stupid. |

was right to call you stupid

kind of woman would not be

overjoyed to receive luxury goods from men? Only Yesseca would be able to donate everything!

Although he said Yesseca was stupid, Tremaine still couldn't help but smile.

In fact, choosing Yesseca was the right choice.

Thinking of this, Tremaine felt superior again.

He was right for choosing Yesseca because he had good taste in women!

Yuliana walked into her closet.

Then, she asked Ruth to take out all her luxury goods.

Hermes bags.

Cartier bracelets.

Patek Philippe watches.

Each of them was worth a lot, and she had to donate all of them tomorrow.

Yuliana's heart was aching.

The more Yuliana packed, the more distressed she felt.

The more she packed, the angrier she became.

At that moment, her heart was raging with anger.

It was anger towards Yesseca.

If it weren't for that b*tch, she wouldn't have needed to donate these things!

It was all because of Yesseca!

It was really all because of Yesseca!

"Yesseca, this shameless b*tch, will be dumped by Tremaine sooner or later. Then, | will send 100 mento her

room to ruin her! | will kilther!" Yuliana shouted angrily.

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Beside her, Ruth frowned.

Ruth knew what had happened to Yuliana downstairs.

From Ruth's point of view, Yuliana deserved it!

Yesseca did not provoke her. On the contrary, it was Yuliana who had slandered Yesseca. Yet, Yuliana still blamed

Yesseca and said such things. Yuliana saw the way Ruth frowned.

Slap!

With a crisp sound, Yuliana gave Ruth a slap on the face.

Ruth covered her face with her hand.

Confused about what was going on, she stared at Yuliana.

Yuliana pointed at Ruth and scolded, "Ruth, when was talking just now, why were you frowning? Well! You

sympathize with that b*tch now! Tell me, are you with her? Otherwise, why were you alone with her for so long

last time?"

Ruth immediately denied, "Madam Yuliana, I'm not with Miss Cowell. You're overthinking."

"I'm overthinking?" Yuliana raised her voice. "I better be overthinking! Ruth Welmert! Don't letfind out that

you're hiding anything from me!

Otherwise, I'll take your life!"

Ruth kept quiet.

She put down her hands, and her face was red and swollen.

As if nothing had happened, she lowered her head and continued to pack up Yuliana's luxury items.

Only she knew the bitterness that was suppressed inside.

The moment when Yuliana pointed at her and scolded her, she suddenly had an urge.

A strong urge.

She wanted to fight back.

In the end, she dared not and could not.

She was like a snail that had to carry a heavy shell on her back for the rest of her life without the ability to get

rid of it.