Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！

Chapter 486: It’s My Own Fault!

Tomorrow’s newspaper headline will definitely be Era Corporation’s president, with a heart full of love, holding a charity gala to donate a huge fund to the Red Cross Association!Ariel Morris, whose little scheme was exposed, blushed and argued, "No way----I’m just helping my brother win fame! Who doesn’t know Summit International is filthy rich now?! And it really slapped Susan and Howard hard in the face!"

Jorge Saxton scoffed and poked Ariel Morris’s head, "You think you can hide your little schemes from me? Summit International doesn’t need you to win fame; everyone knows its financial strength! But you, today you earned a good reputation for your crush! Taking your brother’s money to earn fame for your own man, that’s great, that’s fine, you really are the biological sister! Professional brother-sponger!!"

Ariel Morris hooked onto Jorge Saxton’s arm, acting coy, "You’re so handsome, so wealthy, doing good deeds, and one day lovers will finally marry!"

The three words "lovers" made Jorge Saxton’s gaze instantly turn towards Lydia Brooke in front of him. As his sight landed, Lydia Brooke was walking towards them, and Jorge Saxton’s eyes stirred, fixedly watching her elegant figure approach.

Lydia Brooke came closer, her expression cold, and her first glance was directed at Jorge Saxton’s wrist. On his wrist, a girl’s arm was hooked onto it, her face charming with a hint of blush.

As for Jorge Saxton... he, who was not usually close to women, poked her little head, with eyes full of deep doting, which Lydia Brooke did not miss.

"Lydia." Jorge Saxton looked at the person in front of him and called out deeply, his voice tinged with affection.

Lydia Brooke came closer, stopped, glanced at the beauty beside Jorge Saxton, and spoke lightly, "This painting..."

"Lydia painted it very well," Jorge Saxton quickly answered.

Lydia Brooke’s fingertips stiffened, her eyes deep.

He actually recognized it was her painting? Jorge Saxton----the closest of us have now become strangers, do you know? Have you ever felt upset? Missed those times?

Probably already forgotten, right? With the beauty beside him, how could he still remember her, Lydia Brooke?

When Lydia Brooke raised her eyes to look at Jorge Saxton again, her gaze became indifferent, her voice equally cold, "I wanted to say, this painting is commemorating the foolish mistakes I made in the past, and now, it holds no meaning for me."

Ariel Morris stood beside Jorge Saxton, feeling clearly the arm she was holding onto tremble violently. Ariel Morris’s gaze fell onto Lydia Brooke’s excessively exquisite, indifferent face, pursing her lips.

Old acquaintance-----seems to harbor resentment towards her brother?

Jorge Saxton’s expression softened, looking at Lydia Brooke, his voice low, "Lydia, I’m sorry."

"Sorry?" Lydia Brooke sneered, "Jorge Saxton! I thank you for this apology!! It was me, Lydia Brooke, who humiliated myself! No one else to blame!! Jorge Saxton, what are you apologizing for?! Rest assured, I, Lydia Brooke, will never be humiliated again! At least, not like I was before!!" Lydia’s face was as cold as ice, devoid of warmth.

And her words felt like a ruthless blade piercing deeply into Jorge Saxton’s left heart, mercilessly, causing him heartbreak!

Lydia Brooke turned and left for quite some time, yet Jorge Saxton was still standing in place, watching her departing figure, his eyes filled with pain.

"Lydia." Jorge Saxton murmured softly.

Ariel Morris sighed, received the portrait from Camden behind her, and handed it to Jorge Saxton, speaking faintly, "An old acquaintance’s work, brother, take it home and keep it."

Jorge Saxton took the painting, subconsciously tracing his fingers over the person in a pure white wedding dress on it, the solitary and helpless figure standing alone in an empty chapel, with a bouquet fallen to the ground.

"Brother, shall we go back?" Ariel Morris asked.

"Alright." Jorge Saxton answered.