Anton Miller casually withdrew his gaze and walked downstairs, his voice carrying a trace of laziness amid its coldness, "A rare visitor, you managed to find this out-of-the-way place." "Anton," Monica Usher was genuinely happy for him, "Congratulations, the club is reopening, you can continue doing what you love." "Don’t try to get close," he stopped in front of her, raising an eyebrow, "Why are you looking for me?" The attitude was cold, yet Monica Usher still smiled, "Can’t I come just to see you?" In her eyes, Anton Miller was like a little brother she had watched grow up. He was mischievous, troublemaking, wilful, and she had often helped him deal with the trouble he caused. She had been to his school countless times as a guardian. "What’s there to see?" Anton Miller’s attitude revealed his stance, "I’m on the same side as my brother. Haven’t you already joined R-Alan and openly opposed him?" He had seen the news too... His tone carried blame tinged with disappointment. ’My brother’—these two words overturned Monica Usher’s understanding of Anton Miller; it was incredibly difficult to hear them come from his mouth! She had made countless efforts to repair their relationship, yet it felt harder than climbing the skies. But Monica Usher quickly regained composure, "..." Her face slightly fell, momentarily unsure of what to say. "So with our current stance," Anton Miller asked again, "is there any reason for us to meet?" Monica Usher’s heart sank little by little; she understood he wouldn’t agree to endorse anything. So, she remained silent. "I really just came to see you. Seeing you doing well puts my mind at ease." Monica Usher smiled faintly, "Since I’m so unwelcome, I’ll leave." With that, she turned and walked away. Watching her back, Anton Miller speculated, "You weren’t thinking of inviting me to endorse R-Alan’s true love series, were you?" It was the only reason he could think of. The woman paused her footsteps, choosing not to answer. Ha, he guessed right. Anton Miller’s lips curled slightly, "Don’t you even have to ask to know I’d refuse? This isn’t like you; when you want something, don’t you try everything possible?" Monica Usher detected the sarcasm in his words but maintained a sliver of hope, turning back with a smile, "If I offer a high price, would you agree? You name it." "No." His eyes suddenly turned cold as he decisively refused, "In this life, I will only endorse for my brother." "Because of Mia Lane?" Monica Usher felt inexplicable jealousy, "Because of her, you chose to reconcile with Justin Kingston, right?" "Yes." Anton Miller didn’t hide it, "She’s a good girl, worth my compromise." "..." Her chest tightened, leaving her speechless. Anton Miller rolled his eyes at her and added, "Also worth my brother’s love." Monica Usher’s strong heart bore these embarrassments as she turned and left, feeling her head buzzing loudly! After getting in the car and taking a deep breath, she thought she was over it, thought she had let go completely. But whenever the topic involved Justin Kingston and Mia Lane, her heart stung as if pierced by needles! Previously, in numerous attempts to mend their brotherly bond, Anton Miller caused countless troubles, and she went to smooth things over just as many times. She put forth tremendous effort, without success; the two brothers treated each other like enemies. Yet Mia Lane appeared to have such a great magic power! Content originally comes from novel[f]ire.net They were still competitors in love! This left Monica Usher, highly competitive, feeling undeniably jealous! Alongside the jealousy bubbled an intense hatred! Hatred towards Justin Kingston! Hatred towards Mia Lane! On the drive back to the company, Monica Usher gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes retaining a trace of coldness. Until another woman’s image floated into her mind, causing her to pause slightly and fall into deep thought once more. Immediately, she stepped on the accelerator, speeding up the car!