Chapter 1036 - 1036

"You... what do you mean by being impolite?"

Little Ye asked tremblingly.

Dirk Carter smiled slightly.

He said, "You can try, and you'll know the consequences."

This sentence frightened Little Ye to flee like a bat out of hell.

The night was deep and quiet.

On a large balcony on the third floor of the villa.

Mona sat on the stairs, resting her chin on her hands, gazing thoughtfully at the starry sky.

At this moment.

Footsteps came from behind.

She gave a start and turned around, seeing Little Ye walking slowly over.

"What's the matter? Are you troubled? Is it because of Dirk Carter?"

After saying this.

Little Ye sat down next to her.

Mona didn't like Little Ye, and she was about to get up.

Little Ye handed her a plastic bag and said, "Here, this is for your little lover."

"What did you say?"

Mona scolded angrily.

Little Ye chuckled and said, "Stop pretending, it's pointless. You don't like me lying, but you're not exactly an honest person, are you? This ointment wasn't from me, it's from Dirk Carter. He was supposed to take it to Braulio Golding's room, but no one answered the door after several knocks, so he went in."

"He went to Braulio Golding's room to deliver ointment?"

Mona asked in surprise.

Little Ye disdainfully replied, "What else could it be? You're way more beautiful than Braulio Golding. Even Nancy Sharp is stunning, and if nothing else, it should at least be me next, right? You don't think Dirk Carter has such poor taste to secretly peek at the least attractive tomboy, do you?"

Although the words weren't pleasant.

The tone was also quite blunt.

But Little Ye was speaking the truth.

Taking the ointment.

Mona asked, "Then why doesn't he explain?"

"What's there to explain? You either believe it or not, proving innocence is the most annoying thing."

After Little Ye spoke, she, too, looked thoughtfully at the night sky.

At that moment.

Mona felt that Little Ye was probably a woman with a story too.

She sat back down.

Saying, "You're somewhat inscrutable."

Little Ye faintly smiled.

Saying, "I never intended for anyone to understand me. If people see through each other, what's left? Aren't you the same? Everyone has an area they can't reveal to others..."

These words seemed to strike a chord with Mona.

She didn't speak anymore.

"Why do you like women?"

Little Ye suddenly asked.

Mona let out a long sigh, shook her head, and said, "I don't know, maybe because I was bullied?"

"Don't joke around. You're a second-generation official, how could you be bullied?"

Little Ye taunted.

"Perhaps, it's because I'm a second-generation official..."

Mona said.

In high school, she was a lively girl.

Her father was busy with work and was hardly ever home, showing little concern for her education.

Though she grew up in a supposedly healthy family, her father was rarely home due to case investigations, and even when she was bullied at school, there was no one to stand by her.

In high school, because of her pretty appearance, a group of small-time gangsters set their sights on her.

These people would whistle at her every day after school, and sometimes, they would even follow her in groups.

After going home.

She told her father about it.

But her father said nothing had happened, and there was nothing he could do. Besides, he was at a crucial stage in his career and couldn't use his connections to teach those people a lesson for his daughter's sake.

He couldn't personally intervene either, as it would ruin his image.

It was because of this.

Mona went through her darkest hours later on.

It was one evening after a self-study session.

Mona, as usual, headed toward the bus stop.

The gangsters followed her again as usual.

This had happened many times, so Mona only needed to stay vigilant.

No one expected.

That day, most of the gangsters had been drinking; alcohol made them bolder. When Mona reached a remote alleyway, they pounced on her, covered her mouth and nose, and pushed her into a dark alley...

"Did they succeed?"

Little Ye asked.

Mona shook her head, took a deep breath, and said, "Almost, my pants had already been pulled off, and one of them was ready to assault me, but a passing lady yelled about calling the police and saved me..."

After the event, Mona didn't tell her parents.

Because she knew that even if she told, no one would pursue the responsibility for her.

Since then, Mona's personality changed.

She became fond of solitude, became reclusive, and introverted.

This personality accompanied her throughout her life.

"Is that why you're afraid of men?"

Little Ye asked.

Mona nodded.

She said, "When I started working, I met Braulio Golding. I knew she was a girl, but the way she cared for me was meticulous. I didn't really understand what the feeling was, and somehow we got involved..."

After hearing Mona's account.

Little Ye smiled and said, "Actually, you're not into women; it's just that you've lacked love since childhood and are scared of men, so you mistakenly thought there's something wrong with your preference..."

"But..."

Mona wanted to argue.

Little Ye interrupted her, "You like Dirk Carter, don't you?"

Mona's eyes widened.

Little Ye said, "That day at the hotel, I deliberately set him up. If you didn't like him, you wouldn't be so angry. And these days, the way you look at him, I can tell you're into him..."

"Oh! So what? He's already married."

Mona said with a hint of regret.

Little Ye patted her shoulder and said, "What does his marriage have to do with you? You're not marrying him. Use him as a test subject, check if you're really into women or not. Do what you want, does the result matter that much? People should follow their hearts, as long as it's comfortable."

After leaving these words behind.

Little Ye left humming a tune.

Watching Little Ye's departing figure.

Mona suddenly changed her view of this woman.

Perhaps, this woman had been through much more than she had.

In the night.

Majestic Peak Town's grand theater.

On the rooftop terrace.

Brent Lowell was comfortably soaking in the pool.

As Nancy Sharp had said, at 46, Brent Lowell indeed looked genteel and quite elegant.

With a height of over 1.8 meters, his figure was well-proportioned, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, sitting there quietly.

If not for the dozen naked women laughing and playing in the pool, one might really mistake him for a gentleman.