Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 172: I’m sorry, let’s break up!
Finally, when he heard about her transferring abroad, with a bang, the blueprint of happiness and joy he had built shattered into pieces.....
Ariel Morris went abroad, silently and without a trace, not even a word of farewell!
Clearly, they used to be so in love, clearly, they used to be so happy together, why did she have to leave?
What did he do wrong, or was he not good enough? Ariel, just say it!
He would change until she was satisfied!
Why was there no reason, no words, just a simple ’I’m sorry, let’s break up’ before she quietly left?
Arlo Seys was in a daze, lost in thought, when his phone beeped, indicating a new message. He opened his phone, and upon seeing that it was from Ariel, his eyes lit up with joy.
But the slight smile on his lips slowly disappeared as he read the message. Coldness replaced the previous joy, and his eyes turned as icy as frost.
Ariel Morris had sent eleven words, she said: "Arlo Seys, I’m sorry, let’s break up!"
Haha, these simple eleven words, without any reason, cruelly wiped out everything that had happened between them, wiped out their love. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Ariel Morris, you’re freaking ruthless!!
A cold, harsh light shot out of Arlo Seys’s eyes, and a surge of anger began to rise. With a snap, he angrily threw his phone onto the ground.
The phone shattered into pieces, and Uncle Glenn, the driver waiting for him at the school gate, shuddered at the coldness and hatred in his eyes when he witnessed Arlo smashing his phone.
As the crown prince of the Seys Family, Arlo Seys was indifferent and distant, naturally not one of good temperament. However, Uncle Glenn had been working for the Seys Family for many years, and it was the first time he had seen the young master so angry.
What on earth happened to his young master? Why was he in such a terrible mood....
While Uncle Glenn was stunned, the car door of the back seat was suddenly opened, and a tall figure bent down to get inside, bringing with him a cold air that seemed to drop the temperature inside the car by several degrees.
"Drive!" A cold voice sounded abruptly.
The chill permeated through his back, and Uncle Glenn straightened up, not daring to peek at the young master sitting behind him, obediently and diligently driving steadily.
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Airport.
The plane slowly ascended into the skies.
Ariel Morris hugged a small potted plant, gazing through the glass window at City C, where she had lived for over a decade, tears slowly rolling down her face.
Goodbye City C, goodbye Arlo Seys.
By the time the plane landed in Dublin, it was already late at night. Ariel stepped off the plane, picked up her suitcase, and walked out.
The Christmas spirit continued to ferment in Dublin; outside the airport, next to the street, ’Merry Christmas’ was everywhere.
The roads outside the airport were piled with thick layers of white snow. Ariel carried her heavy suitcase, with a small potted plant in her hand, and due to an accidental force, the bright red on the bandage of her left wrist became more prominent, gradually soaking through the white cloth.
’Drip, drip, drip....’
Droplets of bright red blood fell onto the pure white snow, a shocking sight. Ariel’s eyes were somewhat vacant as she gazed into the distance, raising a hand to hail a cab parked outside the airport.
Blood slowly flowed from her wrist, and Ariel’s complexion grew increasingly pale, her vision gradually blurring...
The feeling of dizziness hit, and Ariel weakly closed her eyes, slowly falling down. But her hand clung tightly to the potted plant, using every ounce of her strength.
In her blurred vision, she only heard a gentle, pleasant voice in English.
Ariel couldn’t muster a response, and just before she passed out, she instinctively uttered in Chinese, "My potted plant..." Then everything faded into darkness...
