Seeing this, the reporters snapped another flurry of photos.
Erin Irving and Joanne Donovan both got into the car. After they had driven some distance, the smiles vanished from their faces.
Joanne Donovan's lips twisted into a sneer. "Anyone who didn't know better would think you're actually deeply in love with me!"
"If you weren't still of some use to me, do you think you'd be sitting here right now?" Erin Irving shot her a vicious glare. This woman was the cause of all his current problems, and he was the one left to clean up her mess.
"It really is better to have some value, isn't it? Otherwise, the great Mr. Irving probably wouldn't even know a small fry like me exists!"
"Cut the crap. Be smart and lie low until the wedding. Don't give me any reason to come after you. For me, getting rid of you would be as easy as lifting a finger!"
Joanne Donovan laughed out loud. "Go on then, if you have the guts!"
