Chapter 113 Dewitt Returns

"How could you never feel even the slightest bit for me after all these years?" Katrina stubbornly wanted to know. If Cyril had never felt anything for her, then all she had done was a cruel joke. But Cyril didn’t respond, just pulling away from her grasp and walking faster, leaving her behind. His reaction spoke volumes to Katrina; from start to finish, he’d never had any feelings for her. Everything she felt was just a delusion. Crushed, Katrina watched Cyril leave and then crumbled to the ground, succumbing to her tears. She had lost everything—her career, her life was in ruins. Kneeling on the ground in tears, she looked back at the noisy concert arena and squinted her eyes. Fine, since Sylvia had taken everything from her, she wouldn't let Sylvia off easily either. She would make sure Sylvia suffered, even if everything Sylvia had was beyond Katrina's reach. She wouldn’t let Sylvia go that easily. ... At the airport, as the plane landed, a man with golden hair walked out, pus