Joseph Shaw's upright figure blocked Annie Gray's path, his gaze falling on the tightly clasped hands of the couple in front of him.
So glaring, so glaring that he could barely stand to look at it.
Since when had she become such a woman, daring to hold another man's hand right in front of him?
Looking at that hand, his handsome face turned ghostly pale. This feeling was too unbearable, truly too unbearable.
Ever since he was born, getting things was always simple, effortlessly acquired, yet this woman played so many tricks with him, was she playing hard to get?
In fact, people's characters are shaped by their environment over time. As the most outstanding heir of the Shaw Family, Joseph Shaw was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, so no one dared to fight him for anything. To say he was a little devil in this world wouldn't be an exaggeration. In Joseph Shaw's world, it seemed like everything was his, and everything he wanted would be marked with his label.
