"What did you do last night? You didn't return home."

No sooner had Aimee arrived home than she heard Jean Bell's roar.

"Leslie's birthday party is so important, but you were absent. I'm ashamed of you!" Jean was getting angrier by the time.

Leslie's parents were municipal high officials. And the Bells could have avoided a lot of trouble in Long City if they had become the Halls' relatives.

Jean already didn't like his rebellious daughter Aimee. She looked and acted too much like his dead ex-wife.

His ex-wife was his enemy.

If Ava was Leslie's fiancée, Jean wouldn't have to be so cautious in every way. His sweet daughter, Ava, would naturally help him get in good with the Halls.

"Aimee, why couldn't we get through to you on the phone? We were so worried about you." Ava questioned her with great concern.

She was staring at the hickey on Aimee's neck, which Ava knew all too well. It was from having sex with men!

It was the naughty taste in sex. Leslie had also left many hickeys on her neck.

Ava's gaze became sharp. Had Leslie slept with her and then gone after Aimee?

Jealousy filled her mind. Leslie could sleep with a lot of women, even with hookers. But he just couldn't sleep with Aimee.

After she left the hotel with Leslie, she went to the house of the Halls, and Aimee never showed up.

If it wasn't Leslie who she slept with, then it was some other guy.

With that in mind, Ava's jealousy vanished and was replaced by titillation.

Aimee slept with another man, so she could marry Leslie instead of Aimee.

Her parents would support her anyway. If Leslie knew that Aimee was cheating on him, he would have dumped Aimee immediately.

"What's that around your neck?" Ava asked, "Red. Could it be that you not only didn't come home last night but also you slept with a man?"

"Jesus. Aimee, how could you do such a thing? How could you cheat on a man as nice as Leslie?" Lola White continued Ava's words and was bound to make Jean's anger burn Aimee to the ground.

How could Aimee enjoy such a nice family as the Halls? It should have belonged to her daughter.

Aimee said indifferently, "I've broken up with Leslie."

"When?" Ava asked in a sharp voice.

This was completely unexpected.

It was so sudden that Ava couldn't suppress her glee and burst out laughing.

Bitches!

Aimee glanced at her, "If you want to know so anxiously, just ask Leslie the next time you sleep with him."

Ava's smile froze and she almost couldn't breathe.

Not bothering to bullshit them, Aimee was too tired. So, she went upstairs to go to bed.

She felt that her legs weren't like her own's. The man who'd tied her up with a tie was a beast.

"Bastard!" Jean looked incredulously up the stairs at Aimee, "Are you trying to get us into nothing? Had I known I would have..."

"Honey." Lola interrupted Jean. Aimee wasn't worthless yet, she could sell her beautiful looks at a good price.

"There's no use yelling at Aimee when what's done is done. We have to do something to fix it." Lola winked at Ava.

Ava knew what she was doing. When she saw Aimee disappear, she went over and crouched down in front of Jean, "Daddy, we aren't at the end of our rope yet. There's still hope."

It was Ava who was the good daughter of the key moment. Jean wanted to slap Aimee to death when he thought of her.

Lola said, "Yes darling. I was too embarrassed to tell you before. But now that Aimee has broken up with Leslie, I'll tell you that Leslie actually has a crush on Ava. He likes Ava no less than he likes Aimee."