Marriage With A Evil Heart

After Hannah finished speaking, she turned away without giving any face, saying to the people behind her, “Alright! Don’t stare, let’s continue!”

Anna, with an indifferent tone, added, “What a downer! If you’re not in the mood, let’s all disperse!”

Holding the invitation in my hand, I stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at Robert, who looked thoroughly embarrassed.

To be honest, even though this was a play we had orchestrated, the performance felt so realistic that I couldn’t stay in character. I had no idea how to proceed with the next act.

Robert awkwardly watched Hannah’s departing figure, his face turning green.

Suddenly turning around, his eagle-like gaze fixed on Sherry, who was still standing by the door with a bewildered expression. He growled lowly, “You’re behind all this mess!”

Without a word, I threw the invitation directly at Robert’s face and picked up my bag, walking towards the door.

Scarlette deliberately called from behind me, “Daisy, Wait for me!”

Ignoring her, I strode out of the room, knowing it was just a play but still feeling the sting on his face.

Robert didn’t forget to pick up the invitation and followed me outside.

I snorted inwardly; it seemed this invitation still held weight in his heart. Even after such a humiliation, he could still bend down, truly adaptable.

Of course, because I understood Robert, I knew he had long wanted to tap into foreign markets but lacked a good opportunity.

This was the crucial point in the design of today’s play. I truly appreciated Hannah’s thoughtful efforts. Although she helped me because of Scarlette, I know that Hannah is a righteous person, unless she really doesn’t see you.

Scarlette had talked to me about Hannah. She said that when Hannah heard about Robert’s despicable actions, she was almost enraged. She immediately told Scarlette that she would fully cooperate if needed, as she detested such men and called Robert trash.

So, just now, she had given Robert enough face.

As the elevator doors were about to close, he reached in, and the doors reopened. Stepping in, he said, “Baby, don’t be angry… It’s my fault.”

Feigning a shaky appearance, I leaned against the elevator wall, trembling like a sieve.

Quickly taking a tender pose, Robert reached out to support me. I directly shrugged him off, yelling, “Get away… Don’t touch me! Aren’t you ashamed enough?”

At this moment, Sherry, who had already given up her earlier gloating expression, approached timidly. But as soon as she stepped forward, my furious shout startled her, freezing her in place.

Robert had long exploded with anger. Seeing her standing there blankly, he directed all his pent-up rage towards Sherry. Lifting his foot, he kicked her out without warning.

Sherry was sent flying, completely unprepared. Like a ragdoll, she slammed into the wall and then hit the ground heavily. The impact made me wince.

Without sparing a glance, Robert pressed the elevator button to close the door. After leaving the hotel, I paid no attention to Robert’s attempts to stop me and hailed a taxi, stubbornly getting in and instructing the driver to take me home.

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Robert immediately followed suit in his own car.

What a sight-two cars tailing an ordinary taxi. We drove into the residential area, stopping directly at the entrance of my villa.

After parking the car, Robert quickly ran over to pay the taxi fare for me. I walked straight into the house, swinging my bag forcefully, sending it crashing into a decorative item with a loud bang, scattering its contents all over the floor.

That was precisely what I wanted-a resounding noise, creating an atmosphere, something grand!

When Sherry entered, she sensed that things weren’t good. Attempting to slip into the kitchen, I called out to her loudly, “Stop right there!”

She froze, standing awkwardly, and glanced at me with averted eyes. Trying to minimize her presence, she huddled in a corner, almost afraid to breathe.