Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 454

After saying so much, I assumed I had made it clear, but Flynn didn't seem to take my words seriously.

I couldn't help but become irritated. After hurting Queenie, he professed to love her sincerely. What on earth did he mean? What did he think of her?

Did he think of himself to be the master of the world? Nothing in the world would alter according to his will. Why couldn't he focus more on Queenie?

"You said you love Queenie deeply and can't live without her. I'd like to ask-can you give up everything for her? Give up your family background, money, Daniela, and your child in her belly for Queenie. Can you do it? If you can, I'll persuade her to stay with you forever."

Flynn was stunned, and his expression darkened. His eyes darted from side to side, refusing to look at me.

My heart continued to sink as if a ball of ice had blocked it. I felt cold and stuffy.

He spoke of love so profoundly that I was almost shaken. Despite having a profound affection, he still chose power before love.

That was ridiculous. His so-called deep love was always his second choice.

I asked, "Look, it's only a simple question. What is your final decision?

Your reaction has already given me the answer. You squandered Queenie's self-esteem and affection for you. But your first choice will never be her. Do you have anything else to say?"

He smiled miserably and covered his eyes. "I have nothing to say. I never intended to hurt her. It was all my fault."

Flynn stood up, muttering in pain, and turned to leave. He appeared as skinny as a mast that couldn't replace its way in the sun, swaying lonely in the air.

"Don't come to Queenie again!" I yelled at him.

He didn't look back or speak. He only raised his hand and waved. It would be good if he could let Queenie go. The days ahead were going to be long, but both of them should live well. Sadly, the story of Prince Charming and Cinderella, which I envied at that time, ended in tragedy.

Until I entered Professor King's office, I was still depressed and uncomfortable.

Love was no different than poison. People who had been poisoned had a tough time recovering.

When Professor King noticed me approaching, he invited me to join him. He brought out a bundle of paperwork and handed them to me, asking me to read them thoroughly. I had to modify the plan and creative direction as soon as possible. The organizer was anxious to receive new creations.

"Dreamlight has unilaterally breached the contract. Why should we agree to it?"

Despite my little social experience, I retained a sense of youthful loyalty. I viewed the world as a blank slate. I had always wanted to keep to my principles.

Professor King had seen a lot and had his considerations on everything. He gave me a disapproving look after hearing what I said.

"Now is the time to show the industry your true strength. Just focus on creating good paintings. Don't worry about anything else or quibble over every detail. You should understand that the more difficult a goal is to obtain, the faster you can progress."

I didn't dare to retort, but I was dissatisfied. Rules were rules. Why should regulations exist if anyone could disobey them at any time? Anyone could do whatever they wanted then.

As a big company, Dreamlight shouldn't change its mind at the last minute. If they also treated clients in this way, they would be on the verge of bankruptcy.