CHAPTER 143: CHAPTER 143 THE WALL-CLIMBING CEO (2)

"No way!"

Vera pouted, and a fresh wave of grievance overcame her.

"If we’re not talking about this, then what are we talking about? Do you think you’re all that just because you have money? Are rich people somehow more precious? Let me tell you, Kris Cooper, I’ve already paid you back. From now on, we’ll go our separate ways. I, Vera Wave, am done with all of you! Do whatever you want. That’s right, I was the one who hit her. Go ahead, let the police come and arrest me. This young lady has no money, only her life! Even if I go to jail, I will never apologize to Ria Chapman. I did nothing wrong!"

SLAM!

She slammed the door again. Her eyelashes trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

"Vera..."

"Get out!"

Crying out from behind the door, Vera Wave turned and walked into her bedroom. She slammed that door hard too, then threw herself onto the bed and began to wail, overwhelmed by grievance.

"Jerks! All of you are jerks, and you’re no exception, Kris Cooper! To think I actually believed you were a good person... Bullshit!"

These past few days, for her grandmother’s sake, for Harry Snowpine, for the old house... she had endured too much. She had bottled up all her grievances, but today, seizing this chance, she unleashed everything, crying until the world seemed to spin and darken.

"Vera, be good, open the door..."

"Vera, I was wrong earlier..."

"Vera..."

Kris Cooper pounded on the door until it nearly broke, but he still didn’t hear any response from her.

He stopped banging and pressed his ear to the door, but he couldn’t hear anything from inside.

What is that girl up to?!

Worried, he furrowed his long brows and knocked again with more force, but there was still no result.

He looked at the security door before him and tugged on it hard. Though old, the door was sturdy and securely locked.

Breaking it down was impossible. Besides, he wasn’t even sure if the girl was behind the door; it would be terrible if he accidentally hurt her.

After pondering at the door for a moment, Kris Cooper turned and ran downstairs.

He recalled that when they first rented this place, Tommy Taylor had asked him if he wanted to seal the windows. If his memory served him right, Vera Wave’s windows shouldn’t be sealed either.

Kris Cooper ran downstairs and tilted his head up to look at Vera Wave’s windows.

Indeed, the balcony was enclosed by windows, but there were no iron bars.

Kris Cooper undid the buttons of his suit jacket, walked over to the edge of the ground-floor balcony, grabbed a nearby drainpipe, and started to climb.

Thanks to his height and the old building’s low floors, he didn’t expend much effort climbing to the second floor, outside Vera Wave’s window.

Through the window, he saw the young woman sprawled on the bed, crying and cursing simultaneously.

"Kris Cooper, you big jerk! You’re all ganging up to bully me! Who’s afraid of whom, huh? If you have the guts, come in and drag me away!"

Hearing her sobs, his heart clenched painfully.

Damn it! I should have taken her to Singapore with me that day; then this wouldn’t have happened!

One hand gripping the drainpipe, his feet braced on footholds in the protruding brickwork, Kris Cooper reached out and tugged at the window.

Vera Wave had opened the window to air out the room during the day and hadn’t closed it tightly. With a faint click, he pushed it open from the outside.

Startled by the sound, Vera Wave stopped crying and looked up at the window. Just then, a dark figure flashed before her eyes; Kris Cooper had vaulted in from outside and landed on her floor.

That rotten kid! He actually came in to grab her?!

She nervously scrambled off the bed. Her anxious, tear-streaked face turned to Kris Cooper, who was covered in dirt. Her small mouth opened, but no words came out; she was still struggling to catch her breath from crying. She stood tensely by the bed, her breathing still hitched with sobs.

Her half-dry, fluffy hair stood on end, and her face, streaked with black and white from crying, resembled a grimy little animal. Her large eyes were crimson, and tears still clung to her lashes.

That appearance of hers was truly heartbreaking.