My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1312 - 1038: Don’t Flatter Yourself

Chapter 1312: Chapter 1038: Don’t Flatter Yourself

As soon as David Benington regained his freedom, he turned around. His face was still gloomy, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes. "Joanna, you..."

"Don’t flatter yourself." Joanna Lawrence knew what he wanted to say and coldly interrupted him, "I’m doing this for Mr. and Mrs. Benington, so they won’t be heartbroken. David, this is my last warning to you. If you don’t want to see the Benington family completely destroyed by your hands, don’t let me see you again."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Whether it’s a threat or not, I believe you are well aware. David, it’s all your fault that the Benington family has fallen to this state today. You are the real culprit that has harmed the family."

After saying this, Joanna walked past him.

As Joanna entered the elevator, she heard David’s resentful shout: "Joanna Lawrence, you will regret this. One day, you will regret treating me like this. No one has ever truly cared for you but me. Everyone else is just playing with you."

"Joanna Lawrence, you are an ungrateful wretch!"

*

The elevator doors closed, and Joanna finally couldn’t hear David’s frantic voice anymore.

She recalled her interactions with David.

From their first meeting to the present, every bit of it.

Upon reflection, she couldn’t help feeling a bit sentimental.

In the past, she never imagined that David would end up like this.

She didn’t even know whether David’s true nature was like this, or if some sort of trauma had caused such a drastic change.

But regardless, she truly didn’t want to see this man ever again.

Arriving at the underground parking lot.

The bodyguard led her to a silver-grey Lamborghini.

As Joanna approached the car, she saw the headlights flash twice and the front-seat passenger door slowly opened.

She glanced inside and saw Frank Parker sitting there.

He was propping one hand on the steering wheel, his high-quality black shirt sleeves rolled up halfway. Due to the heat, the shirt’s buttons weren’t all fastened, half tightened and half undone.

Frank Parker’s skin was very pale, a cold white that was much whiter than average.

But his lips were exceptionally red.

With that delicate and beautiful face, at first glance, he looked like a vampire from medieval legends.

According to the legends, vampires were an amazingly beautiful group of beings.

Both men and women vampires had extraordinary appearances, much more attractive than ordinary people.

Frank Parker’s appearance was totally in line with this standard.

Joanna didn’t particularly dislike Frank Parker, but she definitely didn’t like him either.

However, from an objective standpoint, she had to admit that Frank Parker was indeed very good-looking.

If Aria Rowlett, a known worshiper of beautiful people, saw him, she’d undoubtedly have another heartthrob to admire.

But in Joanna’s heart, Ashton Heath was still the most handsome.

When she saw Frank Parker, she hesitated for a moment.

She hadn’t expected Frank Parker to be waiting downstairs.

She thought the bodyguard would take her to meet him.

Frank Parker raised his narrow, phoenix eyes, his gaze fell on Joanna’s delicate little face, and after a few seconds, he averted his eyes with a slightly unnatural expression.

He cleared his throat, covering his mouth slightly: "Get in the car. I’ve booked a restaurant. We can talk over there."

Joanna hesitated for a moment, thinking that although Frank Parker wasn’t a likable person and could even be annoying, he probably wasn’t a bad person.

Being with him, she wouldn’t have to worry about him doing something wrong.