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However, Samson belonged to Alice. 

What should we do about this? 

Oh no. 

These rich second–generation individuals became excited again. Joselyn was a well–known socialite, still single to this day, and many people had a favorable impression of her. 

Margaret laughed and said, “Cousin, it’s time for you to choose someone.” 

Margaret looked at Alice with a half–smile and said, “Alice, our cousin has always been proud and arrogant. Guess who our cousin will choose?” 

you think?” 

Alice gave Margaret a glare and said, “With our cousin being so outstanding and many men pursuing her, she must have become quite proud and arrogant. What do 

Margaret smiled and remained silent. 

Alice looked at Joselyn, genuinely curious. She also didn’t know who her cousin was going to choose. 

After returning to the country, this cousin became Master C’s assistant. Now, the third cousin is flourishing at Natasha’s place, while also selecting her own wealthy husband among the upper–class elites in Miami. 

Alice looked at 

at Joselyn and asked, “Cousin, who are you going to choose?” Everyone looked at Joselyn curiously. 

Joselyn stood up and glanced at Samson with a budding spring in her heart, “Then I started choosing.” 

Joselyn walked towards Samson. 

As she passed by a rich second–generation, Alice’s eyes lit up. “Cousin, are you going to choose Mr. Harrell?” 

Joselyn crossed Mr. Harrell and walked over to Mr. Wilkins. 

Alice’s eyes lit up brightly, “Cousin, are you choosing Mr. Wilkins?” 

Not really. 

Joselyn surpassed all the second–generation rich, and now only Samson is left! 

Alice took a breath and suddenly stood up to block Joselyn. She asked incredulously, “Cousin, who are you going to choose after all? Are you going to choose Samson?” 

Because Alice blocked the way, Joselyn couldn’t walk over to Samson. She looked at Alice and said, “Alice, I really have to choose Mr. Hawthorne.” 

Alice’s pupils contracted, she really didn’t expect her proud and arrogant cousin to be interested 

in Samson. 

Samson was hers. 

This cousin actually wanted to compete with her for Samson! 

“Cousin, you can’t, you can’t choose Samson!” 

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Joselyn is now an assistant to Master C. She feels that even the excellent Alice cannot compare to herself. “Why? We are playing a game now. Margaret asked me to choose anyone among these gentlemen present, including Mr. Hawthorne and Alice. Can’t you afford to play?” 

“You!” 

The rich second–generation individuals around me, “the Collins family, this pair of golden flowers, were about to fight for Mr. Hawthorne!” 

Just now they were calling each other sisters, but now they have directly torn their faces apart for Mr. Hawthorne. 

Everyone was watching jokes. 

Jordyn quietly gave Margaret a thumbs up, “Maggie, you’re amazing. Your move just made them fight like dogs, all bark and no bite.” 

Just now, the pair of plastic sisters who had just humiliated her completely fell out. Margaret smirked as she watched the scene unfold. 

At that moment, Margaret suddenly felt a gloomy gaze fall upon her face. She looked up and met Samson’s deep and cold eyes. 

Samson did not look at Alice or Joselyn, instead he was looking at her, his eyes like poisoned ice, piercingly scanning her face. 

Margaret avoided his gaze and then stood up, Jordyn, I’m going to the restroom.” 

*** 

Margaret splashed her face with cold water in the bathroom and then walked out. She wanted to. turn back. 

However, as she passed by the men’s restroom, a clearly articulated large hand suddenly reached out like lightning, grabbing her delicate fair wrist and pulling her inside 

Ah! 

Margaret exclaimed in fear, and at that moment, her delicate back was pushed against the cold wall. She looked up and saw Samson’s handsome and noble face magnified in her line of sight. 

Margaret frowned, “Mr. Hawthorne, what were you doing? Why did you drag me into the men’s restroom?” 

Samson, with his tall and imposing figure, stood in front of Margaret, trapping her delicate self between the wall and his chest, and sneered, “Margaret, were you doing this on purpose?” 

Margaret pushed him away and said, “I couldn’t understand what you were saying.” 

“You deceived me again!” There was a layer of anger in Samson’s handsome eyelids, “You deliberately pushed me towards Joselyn!” 

He figured it out! 

He had long realized that she was using him as a pawn, manipulating the pawns Alice and Joselyn to create discord. 

She could push him out without even blinking her eyes, making him kiss another woman for 

three minutes. 

Margaret gave up pretending and looked at the man with her clear eyes. “Mr. Hawthorne, Joselyn liked you.” 

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“She liked me, that was her business. What did it have to do with me? 

Every day, there were so many women who liked him. Should he be responsible for every woman who liked him? 

Margaret, 

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It seems that he had no interest in Joselyn, and Alice still had his exclusive affection. “Mr. Hawthorne, why are you so angry? Alice and Joselyn both like you. Their jealousy over you shows how charming you are! Let go of me!” 

Samson remained silent, then suddenly asked in a low voice, “Have you forgotten what I said that night? Why are you still entangled with Tristen?” 

With a mocking curl of his lips, he said, “Margaret, aren’t you just trying to provoke me and catch my attention with Tristen?” 

What was he saying? 

Why was he so arrogant? 

“Mr. Hawthorne, you have quite an imagination, I no longer liked you!” 

This was the second time she said she didn’t like him anymore. 

Samson’s thin lips curled into a slight sneer, as he raised his hand and his slender fingers landed on her beautiful face, gently and ambiguously caressing the delicate skin on her cheek. His voice had also become much lower, that magnetic voice that could impregnate one’s ears in minutes. “Don’t you really like me anymore? It seems like you have already forgotten how I kissed you that day in the old house.” 

This man was definitely a master of flirting. Margaret’s small face instantly turned red and white she didn’t forget that night. 

He didn’t forget how he stared at her that night, and how he laughed at her when she was kissed and became infatuated. 

He actually brought it up! 

At that moment, Samson grasped her delicate chin and looked at her with a wicked and confident gaze, “Now I’m going to test if you really don’t like me anymore.” 

He lowered his head and kissed her red lips. 

This dog of a man, he was convinced that she still liked him. 

He used to bully her and she still liked him. 

Margaret seized the opportunity and kneeled down, delivering a direct blow to Samson’s groin. Samson was caught off guard and truly overwhelmed. 

It hurt a lot. 

He said, “…” 

Samson gritted his teeth and called out her name, “Margaret!” 

Margaret forcefully pushed him away, “Mr. Hawthorne, you should know by now that I no longer like you!” 

Margaret left without looking back. 

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Samson said, “…“. 

Meru 

Margaret returned to the luxury car seat, Alice and Joselyn had already left. This round of truth or dare was cancelled, as we couldn’t just watch these two fighting over Samson. Samson also returned to his position, his handsome face gloomy and forbidding anyone to approach. 

Margaret did not go to see him, as if nothing had happened just now. 

The third round of the game began. 

This time, the beer bottle was aimed at Barrett, and the beer bottle’s end was aimed at Tristen. 

Barrett was excited and eager, “Finally, it’s my turn, Tristen. You’re up for a dare, just like Joselyn earlier. I want you to pick one of these ladies in the crowd and kiss her passionately for three minutes.” 

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However, Samson belonged to Alice. 

What should we do about this? 

Oh no. 

These rich second–generation individuals became excited again. Joselyn was a well–known socialite, still single to this day, and many people had a favorable impression of her. 

Margaret laughed and said, “Cousin, it’s time for you to choose someone.” 

Margaret looked at Alice with a half–smile and said, “Alice, our cousin has always been proud and arrogant. Guess who our cousin will choose?” 

you think?” 

Alice gave Margaret a glare and said, “With our cousin being so outstanding and many men pursuing her, she must have become quite proud and arrogant. What do 

Margaret smiled and remained silent. 

Alice looked at Joselyn, genuinely curious. She also didn’t know who her cousin was going to choose. 

After returning to the country, this cousin became Master C’s assistant. Now, the third cousin is flourishing at Natasha’s place, while also selecting her own wealthy husband among the upper–class elites in Miami. 

Alice looked at 

at Joselyn and asked, “Cousin, who are you going to choose?” Everyone looked at Joselyn curiously. 

Joselyn stood up and glanced at Samson with a budding spring in her heart, “Then I started choosing.” 

Joselyn walked towards Samson. 

As she passed by a rich second–generation, Alice’s eyes lit up. “Cousin, are you going to choose Mr. Harrell?” 

Joselyn crossed Mr. Harrell and walked over to Mr. Wilkins. 

Alice’s eyes lit up brightly, “Cousin, are you choosing Mr. Wilkins?” 

Not really. 

Joselyn surpassed all the second–generation rich, and now only Samson is left! 

Alice took a breath and suddenly stood up to block Joselyn. She asked incredulously, “Cousin, who are you going to choose after all? Are you going to choose Samson?” 

Because Alice blocked the way, Joselyn couldn’t walk over to Samson. She looked at Alice and said, “Alice, I really have to choose Mr. Hawthorne.” 

Alice’s pupils contracted, she really didn’t expect her proud and arrogant cousin to be interested 

in Samson. 

Samson was hers. 

This cousin actually wanted to compete with her for Samson! 

“Cousin, you can’t, you can’t choose Samson!” 

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Joselyn is now an assistant to Master C. She feels that even the excellent Alice cannot compare to herself. “Why? We are playing a game now. Margaret asked me to choose anyone among these gentlemen present, including Mr. Hawthorne and Alice. Can’t you afford to play?” 

“You!” 

The rich second–generation individuals around me, “the Collins family, this pair of golden flowers, were about to fight for Mr. Hawthorne!” 

Just now they were calling each other sisters, but now they have directly torn their faces apart for Mr. Hawthorne. 

Everyone was watching jokes. 

Jordyn quietly gave Margaret a thumbs up, “Maggie, you’re amazing. Your move just made them fight like dogs, all bark and no bite.” 

Just now, the pair of plastic sisters who had just humiliated her completely fell out. Margaret smirked as she watched the scene unfold. 

At that moment, Margaret suddenly felt a gloomy gaze fall upon her face. She looked up and met Samson’s deep and cold eyes. 

Samson did not look at Alice or Joselyn, instead he was looking at her, his eyes like poisoned ice, piercingly scanning her face. 

Margaret avoided his gaze and then stood up, Jordyn, I’m going to the restroom.” 

*** 

Margaret splashed her face with cold water in the bathroom and then walked out. She wanted to. turn back. 

However, as she passed by the men’s restroom, a clearly articulated large hand suddenly reached out like lightning, grabbing her delicate fair wrist and pulling her inside 

Ah! 

Margaret exclaimed in fear, and at that moment, her delicate back was pushed against the cold wall. She looked up and saw Samson’s handsome and noble face magnified in her line of sight. 

Margaret frowned, “Mr. Hawthorne, what were you doing? Why did you drag me into the men’s restroom?” 

Samson, with his tall and imposing figure, stood in front of Margaret, trapping her delicate self between the wall and his chest, and sneered, “Margaret, were you doing this on purpose?” 

Margaret pushed him away and said, “I couldn’t understand what you were saying.” 

“You deceived me again!” There was a layer of anger in Samson’s handsome eyelids, “You deliberately pushed me towards Joselyn!” 

He figured it out! 

He had long realized that she was using him as a pawn, manipulating the pawns Alice and Joselyn to create discord. 

She could push him out without even blinking her eyes, making him kiss another woman for 

three minutes. 

Margaret gave up pretending and looked at the man with her clear eyes. “Mr. Hawthorne, Joselyn liked you.” 

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“She liked me, that was her business. What did it have to do with me? 

Every day, there were so many women who liked him. Should he be responsible for every woman who liked him? 

Margaret, 

# 

It seems that he had no interest in Joselyn, and Alice still had his exclusive affection. “Mr. Hawthorne, why are you so angry? Alice and Joselyn both like you. Their jealousy over you shows how charming you are! Let go of me!” 

Samson remained silent, then suddenly asked in a low voice, “Have you forgotten what I said that night? Why are you still entangled with Tristen?” 

With a mocking curl of his lips, he said, “Margaret, aren’t you just trying to provoke me and catch my attention with Tristen?” 

What was he saying? 

Why was he so arrogant? 

“Mr. Hawthorne, you have quite an imagination, I no longer liked you!” 

This was the second time she said she didn’t like him anymore. 

Samson’s thin lips curled into a slight sneer, as he raised his hand and his slender fingers landed on her beautiful face, gently and ambiguously caressing the delicate skin on her cheek. His voice had also become much lower, that magnetic voice that could impregnate one’s ears in minutes. “Don’t you really like me anymore? It seems like you have already forgotten how I kissed you that day in the old house.” 

This man was definitely a master of flirting. Margaret’s small face instantly turned red and white she didn’t forget that night. 

He didn’t forget how he stared at her that night, and how he laughed at her when she was kissed and became infatuated. 

He actually brought it up! 

At that moment, Samson grasped her delicate chin and looked at her with a wicked and confident gaze, “Now I’m going to test if you really don’t like me anymore.” 

He lowered his head and kissed her red lips. 

This dog of a man, he was convinced that she still liked him. 

He used to bully her and she still liked him. 

Margaret seized the opportunity and kneeled down, delivering a direct blow to Samson’s groin. Samson was caught off guard and truly overwhelmed. 

It hurt a lot. 

He said, “…” 

Samson gritted his teeth and called out her name, “Margaret!” 

Margaret forcefully pushed him away, “Mr. Hawthorne, you should know by now that I no longer like you!” 

Margaret left without looking back. 

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Samson said, “…“. 

Meru 

Margaret returned to the luxury car seat, Alice and Joselyn had already left. This round of truth or dare was cancelled, as we couldn’t just watch these two fighting over Samson. Samson also returned to his position, his handsome face gloomy and forbidding anyone to approach. 

Margaret did not go to see him, as if nothing had happened just now. 

The third round of the game began. 

This time, the beer bottle was aimed at Barrett, and the beer bottle’s end was aimed at Tristen. 

Barrett was excited and eager, “Finally, it’s my turn, Tristen. You’re up for a dare, just like Joselyn earlier. I want you to pick one of these ladies in the crowd and kiss her passionately for three minutes.” 

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