My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance)

Chapter 164

My Love My Hatred Chapter 164

“I am not Mrs. Mason, Mr. Smith.”

“You know my last name, Mrs. Mason?” He was surprised that I knew his last name.

I couldn‘t be polite to him after | recalled what happened that night.

Trolled my eyes at him and said impatiently, “I told you I am not Mrs. Mason!”

“Mr. Mason has already divorced for a long period now. I heard some rumours saying that he was going

to marry his mistress. Is that you?”

This man was so nosy and I wanted to hit him so much.

I didn‘t want to talk to him so I turned around and prepared to leave.

But he didn‘t let me, he stood in front of me, blocking my way, “I was just joking.”

I looked at him coldly and said, “It‘s not funny at all.”

I wanted to walk away but he blocked me again, “I am Anthony Smith.”

He introduced himself and reached out his hand, waiting for me to shake it.

I didn‘t want to get to know him sol looked at his hand feeling frustrated and asked, “What do you want

from me?”

He looked at me for a while and smiled, “I just want to get to know you. I told you my name, why don‘t

you tell me yours?”

“I am not interested in making a male friend now, please excuse me.” |

said.

He still stood in front of me, not moving at all.

“It wouldn‘t harm you to make some friend, Miss Gomez.”

I tilted my head up and asked, “How did you know my last name?”

Lance didn‘t tell him my name, did he?

“You were quite the talk of the town back then.” Anthony Smith laughed.

Iballed my hands into fists. Seems like I was really famous huh.

“What do you want to say? I don‘t have much time to waste. You know Lance Mason isn‘t some kind

man, do you think he will let you live your life happily after he saw you here trying to be friends with

me?”

I wanted to scare Anthony Smith.

But he didn‘t look like he was afraid of Lance, “How could you describe your own man as a bad man?

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“He is not my man! Stop talking nonsense.” I was annoyed.

“Okay, fine. Seems like what I thought is right, you two hate each other.”

“You talk too much.”

“You are something else, aren‘t you? Lance Mason has a good taste in choosing women. Can I get

your number? We can contact each other in the future.”

He took his phone out and asked me to do so. I can‘t trust anyone,

Niklaus Sands was one of the examples.

Even though they have some conflicts with Lance Mason, they would quickly abandon me for some

other benefits.

I had nothing they want; all they want was to collaborate with Lance

Mason. I was just their one–way ticket to

approach him.