Chapter 397

"No." Jenson's heart skipped a beat. Right then, he was terrified that Tiffany might let go, as if he'd be the one falling, not her. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you, Tiffany. Please come down first," Jenson coaxed gently. With a conflicted expression, Brianna stood beside Jenson. When he had feelings for her, he had never treated her in such a gentle manner before. Tiffany shook her head. "You can't give me what I want. You're just Donald's lapdog, Jenson." Gritting his teeth, Jenson snickered and snapped, "Yes, you're right. I'm someone's lapdog. But what about Vincent? He's just like me. "He approached you on purpose to get back at Donald and set William up. If you see me as nothing more than a lapdog, then Vincent is the lowest of the low." "Shut up. You can't talk about him like that." Just then, the sound of footsteps came from the door. Tiffany looked toward it. As the footsteps came closer, Donald came into view. Tiffany hadn't seen Donald in a long