Chapter 0022

\"Now you’re finally willing to admit that you are Sarah?\"

Marcus Mo’s low voice, like a Cello, made my heart beat faster.

\"You know why I’m here. I\'m here to get my mom\'s necklace back. I’m willing to pay for it.\"

On the other end of the phone, it was Marcus Mo\'s low laughter.

I suddenly, a little flustered.

Is there anything wrong with what I said just now?

\"Since you can do anything, now go to room 808 of Haoting Hotel and wait for me. The front desk will give you the room card. I\'ll come after work.\"

Waiting for him at the hotel?

I\'m not stupid. Naturally I know what he means. I can\'t help but get angry.

\"Marcus Mo, who do you think I am?\"

I want to get the necklace back, but I haven\'t reduced to selling myself to him! If it wasn\'t for this necklace, I would never have any contact with Marcus Mo in my life.

\"I know very well who you are. You only have one chance. Whether you want to take it or not is up to you.\"

\"Marcus Mo, we’re divorced. Don\'t you think what you\'re asking for is ridiculous?\"

I was holding my cell phone, so angry that my body was shaking slightly.

\"Divorce? Even though we’ve signed the divorce papers, you shouldn’t have disappeared for three years. I\'ve already torn up that divorce agreement.\"

He was the one who had initiated that divorce to begin with, I merely signed it. Everything was according to his terms, and I still signed to help him and Maureen, but now he is acting like he’s the victim?

\"Enough! Marcus Mo, you said you never loved me, so I agreed to end our marriage. I just want my dead mother\'s necklace back. Is that too much to ask? I\'ll give you as much money as you want. Can’t you stop embarrassing me?\"

The only thing I wanted was that necklace.

\"Room 808,\" Marcus Mo repeated and hung up the phone. He didn’t want to give me a chance to refuse.

I know that I should not agree with him, since this is tantamount to humiliation. However, against my better judgment, I went to the hotel.

Anyway, I wasn’t as vulnerable as I was before, and there’s no way he could make me do anything.

Far away, saw a familiar figure.

It\'s Maureen!

So now I know for sure that she’s still alive. Three years ago, she said that her condition was very serious, and she needed a transplant immediately? It seems that Marcus Mo found a way to save her.

Maureen took the hand of the man beside her and came to the hotel with her head down.

The man beside her looks familiar. It took me a long time to remember, but I recognized him. It’s Dr. Ji! He was the one who wanted to abort my baby for Maureen!

Didn\'t Maureen like Marcus Mo? Did the two of them break up and move on from each other?

Obviously, these things have nothing to do with me, I shouldn’t care what Maureen does or who she goes out with. But something in my heart stirred.

Maureen also saw me, and her face showed that she was even more surprised than I was.

She looked at Dr. Ji next to her and handed him her room card. She said in a deep voice, \"Go up first. I\'ll come later. The room number is 806.\"

Dr. Ji nodded and took the card.

Maureen looked at me with disdain and said to me in a cold voice, \"Sarah, since you\'re gone, what are you doing back here? Can\'t you stay away from Marcus? Look at yourself. Do you think Marcus will like you? Don\'t you remember how disgusted he was with you?\"

Marcus Mo doesn\'t like me, which is a fact I have known for a long time. But Maureen, whom he likes, now comes to the hotel with another man.

I really can’t see what he saw in her.

Although Maureen and I are sisters, in my heart, I deeply believe that she killed my parents. I don’t think my mom even knew of her existence, and I doubt that my mom would have harmed her or treated her ill if she had found out. She viciously killed both of them for no good reason.

But I am not the old Sarah. If I don\'t say anything now, then it’s like I learned nothing from the past.

\"Yes, I’m back and it’s none of your business. Although I hate the idea of having you for a sister, you’re still are part of the Tang family. I want to remind you not to forget your ancestors.\" In our culture, we believe that our ancestors watch over us from heaven and see the things we do here on earth.

With that, I passed Maureen and went on my way.

Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. My blouse, which had some lace on it, was torn from my shoulder.