Speed Candles

Funny and absurd. A murderer who killed her father, framed her to jail, and bit back and called her ungrateful.

Emily greeted the fierce gaze on her, laughed so hard that tears were about to overflow her eyes, but the words she said were extremely bitter, “I poisoned my father, slept with my sister’s fiancé, persecuted my stepmother, and forced Mr. Clark to marry me. Any one of my sins is my ticket to the bloody hell."

Dorothy hated it the most when Emily provoked her like this. Every time Dorothy saw this young woman’s crazy appearance, her sensitive nerves hurt like burning.

"Emily, you hooked up with the Clark family... you think I don’t know that?"

"With love, it’s not a hookup. What do you know about love?" Emily hated the word hookup. Speaking of hookup, this old woman was the master of it. "It was the same when you married my dad. You call that hookup?"

Dorothy was so angry that the coffee cup was shaking in her hand. She reluctantly maintained a smile, “What else do you have to offer Sebastian, bitch? He protects you like you are his whore."

Protecting her, what did that mean? What did this have to do with Sebastian?

"Do you really think that you can get rid of the murder charge for just two years in prison?" Dorothy continued, with a worse murderous look, “Your dad’s old pals, have long lost their power. Besides, even if they still got it, they would not help you out from a murder charge."

Emily was also curious about this matter. When she first sentenced, it was a suspended death sentence, but then all of a sudden, it was changed to fifteen years, and she was finally released after two years.

She didn’t do anything outstanding to have reduced her jail time. When she just came out, she asked several old friends of her father, including Xander Rees. They all said it was her father’s best friend that offered the help. But none of them told her the details of this “best friend”.

She had not given it much thought, since she had more to worry about.

Now Emily frowned, still in a cold tone, “What makes you think I should believe you?"

Sebastian treated her like shit. If she fell into the river, he would throw her a pair of dumb bells.

once, so there was no reason

hope you can live well." Dorothy smiled again, with unspeakable gorgeousness, but emotionless, “The game between us

to stretch out her hand and slap, but she

by Louisa, she whispered softly, “Take care

the mother and daughter disappear forever.

...

Oskar’s secretary called Emily again, for a “business meeting”. But

like this would come sooner or later, she naturally hoped it could come by

led up to her way by a manager

man inside replied "wait a minute" vaguely from the room, since he was

with a mess of white towels wrapped around his head. The situation was a bit

"Am I here

his water-proof waist watch, said this nonsense with a serious look, “It's just about right. If you come a few seconds later, I will be

Emily rolled her eyes.

as he went in to find pants

was a lovers’ suite, blossoming red roses on the snow-white bed. Everything including the layout

was really inappropriate for her to go in. She stood still and said, "I

then Oskar must be an experienced playboy. He knew exactly what she was thinking

not going to be a prodigal, and I can do just fine, even without a woman for

took

was her bottom line. Things would be more complicated after

Miller, I

what do you