Riches After Poverty Chapter 215

He was wearing a neatly ironed white shirt, and his face was smooth, indescribably elegant and expensive.

Cassidy’s face stretched: “Do you remember Elara?”

The man slowly picked up the knife and fork, and said casually: “Who?”

“That’s the one you cheated on!”

Rowan moved for a while, and the lazy peachy eyes lifted up in a dangerous tone: “You say it again, what am I cutting?”