Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1310

Chapter 1310: Chapter 1310

Fiona Lake harbored malice towards Jane McCain, making her genuinely anxious for a while, but ultimately causing no real harm.

Allen Rivera’s solution is: Have Fiona Lake apologize to Jane McCain.

What else can be done?

Beat her up to vent anger? Or use his authority to get Fiona Lake fired?

No, Allen wouldn’t do that.

He respects the profession of a prosecutor and values the future of his subordinates; he wouldn’t destroy Fiona Lake’s life over a moment of her foolishness.

...Ultimately, it wasn’t satisfying.

Jane McCain, somehow, thought of an incident from the past.

Back when she was studying at Grey, a girl named Bella Foster bullied Purple Summers, and everyone was indignant. In a fit of anger, Ryan Wesley dragged Bella Foster to the playground, stripped her of her clothes, and paraded her around the playground for everyone to see.

At the time, that felt really satisfying.

Looking back now, she realizes how inappropriate Ryan Wesley’s actions were. Foolish, reckless, thoughtless, acting on a whim.

It turns out, without realizing, we’ve all grown up...

Adult love is about weighing and managing.

Fiona Lake stood up and said, "I should go; we probably won’t meet again, right?"

Jane McCain remained seated, barely moving, and said a faint "Hmm," "Then there’s no need to say goodbye."

"By the way, here, this is for you." Fiona Lake took a photo out of her bag and placed it lightly in front of Jane McCain, "This is a photo Lucas Tucker secretly kept; it was always in his wallet, and I secretly printed it out. It might be of use to you."

"I’m leaving." Fiona Lake waved casually at her and turned to leave the café.

Jane McCain watched as Fiona Lake’s figure disappeared at the doorway, slowly withdrawing her gaze, which fell on the photo.

It was a group photo of race car drivers.

There were five people in total, four men and one woman, all with young faces, brimming with the vibrant energy of youth.

Jane McCain recognized the boy on the far right as Allen Rivera.

It looked like it was taken when he was about seventeen or eighteen, with not much change in his features or his cool demeanor, but ultimately, he was younger then, his edges not as sharp as now, and his brow carried a touch of youthful arrogance and defiance, with a hint of impatience in his expression.

He was like the aloof boy every girl wanted to pursue in school.

Next to Allen Rivera was a girl with a bright smile, also dressed in racing gear, seemingly his teammate.

This girl looked a lot like Lucas Tucker, like siblings...

Jane McCain stared silently at the photo for a while, then suddenly reached out and flipped it over, covering it on the table.

Her heart was aching, thumping painfully.

What was this about?

Is it transferring love, or perhaps there was a regret left in the past, leading now to extra care for his first love’s younger brother?

Getting physical might just be an intimate expression; maybe precisely because he viewed Lucas Tucker as his own brother, he’d step in to teach him a lesson.

Bitterness surged like waves crashing one after another, hard to calm.

She bit her lower lip, clutching her heart tightly, severely suppressing this inexplicable sadness and bitterness.

Don’t be pretentious.

Jane McCain told herself.

In today’s world, even elementary school students have been in love, let alone a grown man?

Just like her; hadn’t she been in love three times?

...But, it’s different.

The loves she had, ended, were let go. But Allen Rivera’s, still there in his heart, forever, always in his heart.

The phone rang; it was Zara Jameson calling.

Jane McCain answered the call.

"Hmm... I met her, and you’re asking me how it went? You know me, at times like this, of course, I have to put on the airs of the legitimate girlfriend, exuding the untouchable aura of a socialite, maintain composure and elegance throughout, with a perfectly timed smirk hanging at the corner of my mouth, overpowering the other in momentum, making the mistress feel ashamed and leave in disgrace! ...Hmm? You’re asking what I’ll do next?..."