Chapter 1037 A Disgusting Old Man (1/2)

”Miss Emily, please, don't. Stop bringing this false evidence over.”

Jacob's dark and glittering eyes filled with coldness. His stare made her chest tighten painfully. He sneered, tore the photo to pieces and threw it like trash into the air.

Suddenly, the shredded bits of paper flurried like a snowstorm in the air, and a few of the ragged squares landed on Emily's shoulder.

Emily was stunned. She seemed to have lost her ability to even talk. These pieces were a symbol of her caring for him. She could only watch them fall to the floor where Jacob stepped on them with callous disregard.

Then, he turned around and walked away without any hesitation or even a backward glance.

She moved her lips, trying to form the words to stop him from leaving; however, not a single sound came from her lips.

Her heart was in agony. It took a long time for Emily to adjust to the throbbing pain. Finally, she could feel her senses slowly coming back to her, and she took a staggering gasped breath of air.

Emily twitched her nose sadly and managed a wry smile.

Again and again, she cautioned herself to hold back her tears. However, her tears didn't cooperate, and they just fell like a waterfall after the spring rains.

Although her body was trembling, she still resolutely straightened herself and walked out. Her walking quickly turned into a run.

She stormed back to her car, struggled into the driver's seat and locked the door. Finally, she buried her head in her hands and wept unashamedly. Her shoulders shook with the great agony of spirit that she felt. In the small space of the car, she finally lost all control of her sobbing, and she wailed heartrendingly.

Seamus, who had just finished his evil plan and left Emily, drove over to Darren's company.

”How did it go? Did you finish it?”

Darren asked Seamus as he put down his pen while tapping a rhythm on the corner of the table with his fingertips.

”Emily believed the story completely. She took the photo, and I think she is going to show it to Jacob this afternoon,”

Seamus said callously as he reclined on the couch. His eyes were filled with cold ruthlessness.