During the night, the sky was lightning and thunder, and it was pouring rain.

A blue Lambo slowly drove towards the villa, and the gate opened.

I did not care to drop my umbrella on the ground and rushed over to stop the car.

The white shirt and long hair were instantly drenched with rain.

The car was not fast, a brake, it stopped in front of me.

The rain wet my eyes, but the hazy vision I can still see the two people in the car, the driver's seat is my boyfriend Jaimel Brown, and the passenger side of a strange woman sitting.

Who is this woman?

At that moment the car door opened and Jaimel approached me with a large black umbrella.

"Soleil, we've broken up, what are you doing here?"

I froze, forgetting my original purpose for coming to Jaimel.

"Jaimel, who is she?"

Jaimel's cold gaze fell on me, "Sickel, my girlfriend."

I looked at him with an incredulous expression.

Jaimel held his umbrella with one hand, his tone devoid of emotion other than indifference and impatience.

"Soleil, don't come back to me, Sickel will be upset."

"Jaimel......" My throat was dry and tight, my fingers unconsciously clenched, and I questioned out of the blue, "You broke up with me because of her?"

Jaimel looked at my face dripping with rainwater, his handsome face showed a trace of indifference, he said, "No."

I was stunned, "Then why?"

He stated without expression, "Because you're so boring."

Through the hazy rain curtain, I saw him smile, "Helen City's first lady, Soleil Smith, you're a lady in every sense of the word. But as a woman, you're like a beautiful puppet doll, and I feel no love with you."

He stood under the umbrella and couldn't help but glance in the direction of the passenger side as he said this, a smile appeared on his lips and his voice became low, "I didn't realize how willful I was with you until I met her."

I was with him for four whole years, but now he's telling me that everything in those four years was just going to be okay!

I flinched, but instead raised a smile and looked at the man standing in front of me, holding an umbrella and letting me stand in the rain, and I sneered, "Is it because I'm boring? Or is it because our Smith family has collapsed and I'm not good enough for you as a down-on-my-luck daughter?"

"No." Jaimel said flatly, "Sickel's father is addicted to gambling and is hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt, I helped her pay it back and she lost her temper with me, preferring to work herself to death to earn money."

He denied me.

Break up just because I'm not interesting?

The sky resounded with another thunder. The rain also got heavier and heavier, and if it rained hard enough, I could shed tears unchecked without being noticed.

"Jaimel," my heart twisted tightly as love and pride were blown to pieces by lightning on such a night.

The loud thunder, too, woke me up completely, and I remembered with a start what I had come over for tonight.

My grandfather was waiting for money for his surgery, I needed money, and I had come to borrow money from this ex-boyfriend not to argue.

Jaimel gave me one last faint look and was ready to turn around.

I hurriedly raised my head and said sharply, "Jaimel, I need ......"

"Sickel, what are you doing down here? It's going to get wet." An irritated voice interrupted me instantly as Jaimel took a few steps toward the passenger seat with his long legs, and he swept the girl into his arms, half of his own body getting soaked.

My words just drowned out the sound of the rain.

Through the rain curtain, I still saw the girl's appearance through the headlights.

Whether face or temperament, she is too far from me, ordinary features together is considered clean, black hair natural vertical, tied with a simple ponytail, no exquisite makeup, body wear is not brand-name, but proper very consistent with her body.

Jaimel's face was full of concern for her.

I watched that scene and felt even harder.

At that moment, a stern and stern voice rang out behind me over the sound of rain: "What are you doing standing at the door? It's raining so hard, so go inside!"

At the door, a man of about fifty wearing a suit and holding a cane, followed by a butler with an umbrella.

He was Jaimel's father.

Jaimel glanced at me standing alone and ordered the butler without emotion, "Send someone to take Miss Smith back later." After saying that, he carefully embraced the girl in his arms and walked into the villa.

The moment I brushed past him, I subconsciously clutched the corner of his coat vigorously, my eyes widened greatly, "Jaimel I have something to ask you for help ......"

"Soleil," he stopped and glanced down at me faintly, "Do not pester, it will make me despise you."

The words he spoke were cold and heartless like a sharp knife, plunging viciously into my heart.

"Miss Smith," a majestic, indifferent voice rang through the rain, the old man with the cane towering over me, "please go back."

I just felt a buzz in my head at that instant, I stumbled forward with a few steps and knelt down like this, "Uncle Brown, I beg you, look at your friendship with my grandfather for so many years ...... my grandfather is dying, I need money, you lend me 500,000 ...... I will definitely pay you back ......"

The old man on crutches looked at me with indifference and disgust: "Miss Smith, your family company is bankrupt and in debt over 200 million, not to mention 500,000 you can't afford to pay back, you can't even get 50,000 out now. However, you are so young and beautiful, as long as you are willing to go out of your way, half a million is just a matter of you nodding your head."

My hands hung down weakly, kneeling in place, not able to get up for a long time, listening to the sound of the iron door closing in my ears.

In the rain, a black Bentley pulled up beside me, and a tall, handsome man, stepped out of the car, holding a black umbrella to shield me from the rain.

A magnetic, sexy voice rang out above my head.

"How precious a girl's body is, how can she stand this kind of cold."

I looked up in a daze ......