The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 30

Nearby, some onlookers laughed. "The main character is finally here."

A row of service staff at the door bowed respectfully. "Young Master Hardin, tonight’s birthday party has been prepared as you requested."

The group walked inside, and the cheerful sounds of laughter still faintly reached Gina’s ears from this distance.

"In a while, Zoe and Luke should have a toast together, right?"

"I think they should kiss directly..."

Gina gazed at the brightly lit, luxurious building, her eyes empty like a pool of still water with no ripples. The words "Young Master Hardin" kept ringing in her ears.

The people who had always been so arrogant in front of her, now treating Luke with such respect, it wasn’t fake.

His pocket money was a transfer of a million dollars. The way he celebrated his birthday was by partying lavishly with a group of people in an expensive club, with bottles of wine worth tens of thousands each.

He was the prestigious Young Master Hardin? Then who was the Luke she knew?

The one who wore a 20-buck T-shirt, handed out flyers with her, and ate 6-buck lunch boxes with her—who was he?

Gina’s mind was in chaos, unable to understand anything. It felt as though a sharp knife was ruthlessly twisting in her nerves, the pain so intense she could hardly stand.

The night wind was strong, her face pale from the cold, but her feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch. Until 2 a.m., Luke and the others finally left, walking out of the club in high spirits.

"Young Master Hardin, where are we going for late-night snacks?"

"By the way, Young Master Hardin, hurry up and deal with that poor girl, she’s really not your match..."

Luke raised his eyes arrogantly, his tone decisive: "My affairs are none of your business. Keep your mouths shut."

Gina heard this and walked into the spotlight step by step, like an awkward Cinderella who had barged into the prince’s ball. She could even clearly see the smile on Luke’s lips disappear the moment he saw her, his face turning dark.

For a moment, the people around fell silent, not daring to breathe.

Looking at the Luke who was being revered like a king, Gina pulled at the corner of her mouth in a mocking smile. "Poor girl, is that me, Young Master Hardin?"

Zoe then smashed the bottle on the ground, and the shards immediately scattered everywhere.

Someone viciously kicked her behind the knees, and she fell suddenly onto the broken glass. The sharp pain hit her like a knife.

Gina almost fainted from the pain, but Zoe smiled as she looked at her fallen form. "Luke, I’ve been waiting for this moment when she finds out the truth."

Luke curled his lips into a smirk, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. "Me too."

Gina continued to look at Luke, her lips trembling, losing all color. But he only coldly watched all of this unfold, his voice filled with mockery. "Gina, isn’t it more painful when you’re tortured without knowing why?"

"...Why?" At this moment, she was desperately trying to get the answer that had led her into this abyss.

"Because I hate you!" The warmth Luke once showed had completely disappeared, and the look in his eyes was filled with disgust. It was like a blade, like a sword, mercilessly stabbing into her.

"You think pretending to forget everything will make everything fine? If it weren’t for you, how would my sister, Lily, have died?"

"Lily is dead, and you, a murderer, why should you be alive?"