“Mr. Johnson, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to sit in my car. I’ll understand. I came here to pick up Ms. Stone. You’re just an add-on. If the add-on doesn’t want to be an add-on, then you can find your way back.”

Julian spoke with a smile, but to Remy, every word sounded like thorns, pricking at his heart.

Julian asked Elisa, “The suitcase in Mr. Johnson’s hand is yours, right? It’s pink so it should be yours. Girls like pink.”

Then, he stepped forward and took the suitcase from Remy,