Chapter 20

　　He never thought that one day Shane would leave him, and he was confident that even if he hurt her completely, she would stay by his side. 　　But he was wrong, he underestimated the damn woman in front of him. 　　"Shane, you'd better think about it before saying something like this." ,Lance had already squinted his eyes. This was a manifestation of his anger. 　　Shane watched the woman in the car walk out in disorderly clothes, forced herself not to look at her, turned her face to him, and said firmly, "Don't worry, I have thought about it well." 　　After speaking, before Lance reached out and took the jewelry box, Shane forced the jewelry box into his hand. 　　Shane turned to leave, bit her lip, and walked firmly step by step. 　　It wasn't until she got back in the car that tears dripped from the corner of her eyes on the back of her hand. 　　Starting the car, Shane suppressed her emotions, drove the car away from the Logan Group building, stopped at a street corner not far away, and lay on the steering wheel and wept bitterly... 　　... 　　Lance in the underground parking lot had not left for a long time. He took the jewelry box in his hand, opened it and looked at the diamond ring inside. 　　The woman next to her walked forward, nestled on Lance's shoulder, and said, "I thought Shane was so pretty, but she's not." 　　As soon as the woman finished speaking, Lance already had a cold face, turning his head to stare at her. 　　The expression on the woman's face stiffened slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up that she could no longer laugh. 　　"Get out of here!" 　　In the underground parking lot, Lance's roar came out. 　　... 　　In a villa halfway up the mountain. 　　Jonas put on his slippers at the door, and when he put his shoes in the shoe cabinet, he paused and saw the pair of bright black men's leather shoes in front of him. 　　Entering the living room, Jonas habitually glanced towards the sofa. 　　Jake is dressed in a thin smoky-grey V-neck sweater, sitting with crossed legs while wiping out the ash of the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray on the coffee table. 　　Hearing the movement, he turned his head slightly and looked towards the door. 　　Jonas threw the coat he took off casually on the sofa and sat down on the sofa beside Jake while scratching his hair irritably and raising his head. 　　"Uncle, were you abused by my mother when you were young?", Jonas said. 　　Jake picked up the coffee on hand, took a sip, and said, "What do you mean?" 　　Jonas looked at him speechlessly and said, "If you hate her, don't let put your anger on me. Will it be, okay?" 　　Jake looked at him and said, "What are you trying to say?" 　　Jonas "whistled" up from the sofa and said angrily, "In Jacksonville, I am like a friend to everyone. Do you have to torture me like this and even send me away? Tell me, I am rogue, so you want to send me to England to study at a conservatory. I am not just out of tune, but I can only say two English words; one is fuck and the other is no!" 　　"What are you saying? Should I send you to France to learn oil painting?", Jake said calmly. 　　Jonas was angry with Jake and sat back on the sofa angrily. He didn't even want to look at his younger uncle. If his mother hadn't forced him to call him uncle, he would really think that his uncle, who is 12 years older than him, was sent from heaven to rectify him. 　　"Yes, I won't talk with you anymore. I know what you think. Don't you just want to force me back to school? You didn't expect I know it, right?" 　　After Jonas finished speaking violently, he picked up his coat and walked towards the second floor. 　　"Your psychology teacher will continue to come to teach you every Saturday at 9 o'clock in the morning..." 　　The voice of Jake came from behind, and Jonas immediately stopped after hearing his words. 　　Turned around, looked at him in surprise, and said, "Did you say Shane will continue to teach me?" 　　Jake didn't turn his head to look at him. He just responded, "uhuh", picked up the newspaper on the coffee table, and didn't say much. 　　"Okay." 　　Jonas agreed, and his heart jumped for joy. Originally, he didn't know how to tell his uncle about this matter. Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to bring it up. 　　The sound of Jonas' footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Jake turned his head in confusion, raised his eyebrows, and looked towards the door of the bedroom where Jonas went. 　　He didn't even refuse?! 　　... 　　On the weekend, Shane put the packed suitcase in front of the bed and stared at it quietly. 　　She used to buy this dark gray suitcase for Lance. Even if it was bought using Lance's money, she was the one who carefully selected it. 　　Unfortunately, when Lance's "personal assistant" pushed the same suitcase in front of her, Shane never sent it out again. 　　Nowadays, such a men's LV suitcase has become a must-have item for him. She can't help but feel sad when she thinks about it. 　　The phone on the bed vibrated and rang, Shane retracted her mind, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button. 　　"Hello? Grace.", Shane said to the phone. 　　Grace's somewhat apologetic voice came from the other end of the phone, saying, "Shane, I want to tell you something..."