Quentin lowered his gaze, his voice sounding desperate, as if "there was no life left in it." "Destroy, destroy everything, it doesn't matter, nothing matters anymore…"

I slapped him again in anger, turned around, and shouted at the people at the door, "Get out, all of you! Get out!"

"Hmm, who is this person? Why are they telling us to get lost?"

"Yeah, so I did something wrong and now I can't even talk about it?"

"Oh, I remember, isn't that the playwright?"

"Yes, yes, she was still Mr. Humphrey’s wife, and a few years ago, she was accused of killing Mr. Humphrey’s mother, but it seems like that incident was suppressed."

"But Mr. Humphrey seemed to quite like her. Hmm, I wonder what kind of charm she used."

"Oh, you didn't know that? She is best friends with Lavonne, who specializes in seducing other people’s husbands. What good can she be?"

"Get lost!"

I picked up the pillow and the ornament on the bedside table and smashed them hard against the door.

I didn't care about anything now; I just wanted them all to "get lost."

Kimberly looked more like a victim in her outfit at that time.

"Ralda, you have long wanted Quentin to be with Lavonne, haven't you?"

When Quentin was with me before, you always tried to set Quentin up with Lavonne.

I knew you didn't like me, but why did you go so far as to create opportunities for them behind my back?

"You clearly told me to leave, why did you hurt me like this?"

"Oh, poor Ms. Palmer, she was really played by them like this."

"Yeah, they really are a bunch of troublemakers. Bullying Ms. Palmer like that is despicable."

With those discussions, Kimberly cried more and more pitifully and grievously.

I was furious and went straight over to drive them away.

"Get lost!"

I stood in front of Vonnie and shouted at them, "If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for being rude to you."

The flashlights kept shining on my face, and I stared at them coldly until Gilbert came up.

The usually honest and reserved man was now thoroughly angry.

He shouted loudly at the media and fans, and they slowly dispersed. He surveyed the room and shook his head helplessly, saying,

"Let's quickly tidy up and leave this place. This play… probably won’t be released.”

I pursed my lips and said, "Sorry."

He was a well-known director, and every movie he directed was very popular. And this play was about to become a stain on his career. He had just driven away those media reporters, and I don’t know how they will write about him.

Gilbert sighed, "It's okay, maybe it was meant to be."

After saying that, he threw the clothes in his hand over, glanced at Vonnie, and said to me, "Take her away first; the media reporters tonight probably won’t let her go."

The clothes Gilbert threw over were a casual outfit, along with a scarf and a hat. It seems that he "heard about the situation here, so he hurriedly came up."

After Gilbert left, I quickly took Vonnie to the bathroom to change clothes, put on hats and scarves.

When Quentin came out, he was already dressed.

I didn’t even look at him; I just helped the lost and dejected Vonnie walk outside.

Quentin suddenly grabbed me.

He glanced at Vonnie with a complex look in his eyes, a touch of pain flashing across his face. After a while, he whispered to me, "Don’t worry, I didn’t have anything with her."