Jean sneered.

Annoyed, Consuela glared at Jean. Even though she wasn't here just now, she could imagine what could have happened.

Bob didn't want to get involved in the matter any further, so he said to Terence, "Well, since I've told you everything, can I leave now?"

"You can leave now," Jean told him. "It has nothing to do with you."

Grinning happily, Bob turned around to leave. But before he could exit, Consuela stopped him.

"Hold it right there," she told him sternly. Bob turned around and asked, "What did I do wrong this time? Can you stop bothering me like this?"

"I just want to ask you one question. You can leave as soon as you answer it," Consuela said flatly.

Bob frowned slightly. He knew that he couldn't leave if he didn't answer her question. He nodded and said to Consuela, "Go ahead

y had a hard time helping her get on the bed. Sherry twisted a towel and carefully wiped her face. Sitting next to her, Consuela frowned and asked, "What's wrong with Julia? It's rare for her to drink like this."

"I don't know, either. I'm afraid we won't know what happened until Julia wakes up," Sherry said with concern.

Looking at Consuela with embarrassment, she added, "Luckily, you're were there today. Otherwise, I really don't know if I could have handled Jean."

With a sly grin on her face, Consuela said, "You have to pick on her weakness to keep her under control. Keep hitting her where it hurts, and as time goes by, she won't dare to go against you anymore."

"Got it." Sherry nodded awkwardly. "But I still don't understand. You hate Mr. He very much. Why did you still help Julia clear her name?"

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