Love Starts After We Break Up

Chapter 212

Hearing Violet's words, Brooklyn and she nodded slightly, "Miss Elliott, what exactly is going on?"

"What's really going on? Take a look for yourself."

Violet handed the recorded video to Brooklyn.

Brooklyn watched the video of the three tangled together, a flash of disgust in his eyes.

"Miss Elliott don't worry, our school staff did this kind of thing and we will definitely deal with it

seriously."

Saying that, he gave his assistant a wink.

The assistant would understand and have a jug of cold water fetched and poured directly on Paul.

Paul grunted twice and slowly opened his eyes.

Brooklyn stared at him condescendingly, "Paul, you're playing so openly in the green light of day! I now

announce that you are expelled from school."

Paul's brain is dizzy and aching, and his memory is still slowly coming back.

Hearing Brooklyn's words, it all came back to him.

He is Marcus' man, who wanted to capture Brooklyn and Violet together today, but never thought he

would be backstabbed in turn!

Now Brooklyn is firing him?

On what basis?

"Mr. Brooklyn, I am Mr. Marcus' man, don't you dare fire me?"

Paul covered his head and stood up with a defiant look on his face.

Brooklyn snickered lightly, "Paul, you mean that you and these two men are screwing around here

today with my brother's authorization? The image of you guys getting together just now has been

uploaded to the Internet, and I think our school will soon be criticized. If your behavior is really

condoned by Mr. Marcus, then, let Mr. Marcus pay for your behavior!"

A remark that made the faces of Paul and the two men in black change in unison.

They all take orders from Marcus, but if something happens, who dares to let Marcus stand up for

them?

They are sure to eat this loss!

Paul dared not say anything. He gave Brooklyn and Violet a hard look and left with two black-clad men

at a fast pace.

Seeing this, Violet also understood.

Those three guys just now are Marcus' people, they are not the same way as Brooklyn.

She was just curious as to why those three people were counting on her.

Did Marcus really order this?

"Miss Elliott, are you okay?"

Brooklyn asked courteously.

"I'm fine."

Violet shook her head, "It just seems unbelievable."

"Incredible what? Miss Elliott is wondering why Paul is counting you out, isn't she?"

Brooklyn asked with a smile.

Violet took a look at him, the man in front of him was clean looking, with a smiling brow and a good

looking temper.

She hadn't said anything yet, so how did he know Paul was trying to set her up? Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"Miss Elliott, it's almost noon, why don't I treat you to dinner and we'll talk over dinner?"

Brooklyn paused, "First, to thank you for helping out yesterday, and second, to apologize for what just

happened."

Hearing this, Violet thought for a moment and nodded.

She wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Maybe there's something to be learned from Brooklyn's mouth.

Upscale restaurant.

Some private room.

Louis took out a word painting and handed it to the middle-aged man with an uncommon air across the

room.

"Mr. Wood, thank you for taking the time to come out and have a meal with my junior, I know you like to

collect calligraphy and paintings, this is the famous calligraphy and paintings that I have spent a lot of

effort to ask someone to find, please also smile."

Rex's eyes lit up and he took the calligraphy and painting and viewed it with a look of awe.

"Mr. Johnson you have a heart."

Louis smiles and pours Rex a drink.

Rex carefully collected the calligraphy and painting, and accepted the wine glass handed over by

Louis, "Mr. Johnson ah, although among the cadre of juniors, I think most highly of you, but I also have

a deep friendship with the Scott Group's Deacon, I can't possibly cooperate with you just because you

gave me a calligraphy and painting. cooperation."

Hearing this, Louis said, "Mr. Wood, the painting and calligraphy just now is only a personal gift, not a

cooperation. Of course, it would be great if Mr. Wood could give me a chance to compete with the Scott

Group on a level playing field for the sake of my heart."