Chapter 875



Yet now, after learning Catherine’s identity and seeing those photos of Hailee, he felt so much regret. He regretted losing a girlfriend who belonged to such a powerful family due to his foolish entanglement with someone like Hailee.

That was why he was resolute in his attempts to rectify this situation — he couldn’t bear the thought of letting this opportunity slip through his fingers.

Leland firmly believed that Catherine still harbored feelings for him beneath her hurtful words; she was merely upset with him at this moment.

As long as he offered a sincere apology and made heartfelt commitments to change, Leland was confident that Catherine would forgive him, just as she had done last time.

Lost in his thoughts and consumed by regret, Leland found himself unable to respond immediately to Johnson’s pointed comments. By the time clarity returned and he wished to retort, it was already too late…

“It’s not like that…” His defense came out weak and unconvincing.

At that moment, Catherine felt genuinely disheartened by him. She had always held onto the belief that Leland was different from other men… But now, she realized how wrong she had been.

“Catherine, please hear me out—” Leland attempted to clarify his intentions, but before he could finish his words, Johnson coldly interrupted him.

“Leland, since you and Cathy have already parted ways, maintain your distance from her from now on! If I catch you harassing Cathy again, you won’t be just facing a job loss like last time.”

Johnson’s gaze toward Leland grew colder and sharper as he spoke; there was an unmistakable edge of menace in his low, husky voice as he added ominously, “Are you foolish enough to test my patience again?”

When Leland heard Johnson’s words, his complexion paled slightly. He swallowed hard and turned toward Catherine with a desperate hope for support, yet she didn’t even spare him a glance.

Johnson raised an eyebrow at Leland.

“Why are you still here? Leave now!”

Feeling utterly defeated and humiliated, Leland walked away quietly, planning to seek out Catherine again another time when Johnson wasn’t nearby.

Once Leland had disappeared from view, Johnson stepped closer to Catherine, his features softening.

Catherine looked at him, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat. Her voice was low, carrying a trace of self-reproach.

“Johnson, do you think my taste in men is terrible?”

Johnson smiled warmly.

“It’s certainly not good; however, you shouldn’t blame yourself for it. After all, not everyone is as exceptional and flawless as I am.”

He paused for a moment before glancing at Catherine with a playful twinkle in his eye.

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