Caleb Monroe didn’t even want to look at Jean Shaw, this shrew who had evidently gotten into a fight with soone again. The scratches on her face had turned into long, dark scabs. Initially, the heavy foundation she applied had covered them, but now her tears had smudged it all, exposing every ugly scar, making her look as hideous as possible.
Caleb Monroe felt nauseated.
Jean Shaw was thrown over backward, hitting her old back on the cold floor tiles. Seeing Caleb’s quick steps, she quickly scrambled up and chased after him to grab him.
Jean Shaw’s voice was sharp, "I asked for the dowry? Isn’t it because you won’t give any money? Michelle and I can’t live, and you ignore us."
"I’m not leaving, Caleb Monroe; don’t think you can get rid of and be with the little slut hidden outside. I won’t leave the Monroe family even if I die, and I won’t let you succeed."
"If you push to the limit... if you push ... I’ll take a bottle of acid and perish together with that little slut."
Caleb Monroe was stunned, looking at Jean Shaw in disbelief. Her eyes were filled with hate and malice, making Caleb feel unfamiliar. He glared at her, "You dare."
Jean Shaw laughed viciously, an ugly, forceful smile, "Why wouldn’t I dare? If she won’t let live, then she won’t live either. Caleb Monroe, do you know how Ivana’s biological mother died?"
Since Caleb Monroe had already taken the step toward divorce, she wasn’t afraid of him finding out now.
What she needed now was to instill fear in Caleb Monroe, showing him her ruthlessness.
Caleb Monroe suddenly widened his eyes, his voice slightly trembling, "Was it you?"
Jean Shaw’s smile was like that of a venomous snake.
She said, "That’s right, it was . I forced her to death..."
Slap~
A heavy slap landed on Jean Shaw’s face.
Jean Shaw fell down, tasting blood in her mouth, as one side of her face swelled rapidly.
Covering the cheek that was hit and hurt, tears mixed with viciousness rolled in her eyes as she scread, "The truth is hard to accept, right? How can you bla for this? You gave the power to force her to death, didn’t you? If you hadn’t gotten pregnant, if I wasn’t destined to marry you in this life, how could I have done such a malicious thing?"
Caleb Monroe seed shaken, his body trembling. He steadied his steps and pointed a trembling finger at Jean Shaw, "You... you wicked woman! Even if I was wrong, what did Ivana’s mother do wrong? How could you use such a vicious hand against her? You are simply unforgivable."
Jean Shaw was very poor when she first t him, and he only paid attention to her out of pity. Later, she expressed her love for him. At that ti, Caleb Monroe was thirty, neither young nor old, and when he t the eighteen or nineteen-year-old fragrant Jean Shaw, he couldn’t restrain himself, and they got involved.
He thought he could keep her hidden, handle this affair well but didn’t expect it to co to light later. He always thought it was Ivana’s mother’s suspicion that led her to have soone follow him and find out about Jean Shaw.
Jean Shaw also cried to him, saying Ivana’s mother ca to her, couldn’t tolerate her, and wanted to tell her principal to expel Jean Shaw.
This thoroughly enraged Caleb Monroe, who wanted to protect Jean Shaw.
Caleb Monroe has never forgotten the nasty fight he had with Ivana’s mom when he got ho, and he even slapped her. It was the first ti he argued with and laid a hand on Ivana’s mom.
After that, Ivana’s mom developed depression, and he always thought she committed suicide because of severe depression.
Now thinking back, all this was caused by Jean Shaw, it was Jean Shaw who deliberately forced Ivana’s mom to death.
"Yes! You’re in the wrong. You betrayed Ivana’s mother, causing her to pay for your mistakes." Jean Shaw got up, grinned coldly with tears streaming from her eyes, and said again, "Now, the little mistress you’re keeping outside is the sa, it’s either dying or her."
Seeing Caleb Monroe’s eyes swell with rage, he raised his hand to hit her again.
Jean Shaw raised her face, grimacing, "Go ahead, kill ! Kill , and you will be heading straight to jail."
Caleb Monroe’s hand trembled fiercely in mid-air.
Jean Shaw, like a victor, grinned hideously, ", Ivana’s mom, the outside mistress, none of us are at fault. The one at fault is you, Caleb Monroe, you’re the one insatiably greedy, unable to control your desires. You’re the one who killed us..."
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Kane Group.
Leon Keane was sitting in the president’s office when his phone received a video via WeChat, a video of the conversation between Jean Shaw and Caleb Monroe at the courthouse door.
Leon Keane watched the video to the end, seeing Caleb Monroe stumble clumsily to his car, his fifty-sothing face suddenly appearing to age into his sixties.
Leon Keane’s thin lips curled into a mocking, cold smile. He turned off his phone, tossed it onto the desk, lit a cigarette, and took a drag.
The orange fla danced at his slender, clean fingertips, and he took only a few puffs before stubbing it out in the pristine, gleaming glass ashtray.
His heart ached.
He felt sorry for Ivana growing up in such a household environnt.
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In roughly ten days, Ivana’s two clothing stores were finished with their renovation. No sooner had the brand logo been hung over the entrance than young girls began to stop by, discovering a "treasure" and eagerly taking out their phones to snap pictures.
The girl posted on Weibo, "GK? Could it be the GK I suspect? The super-duper beautiful fashion brand worn by Miss Phil on the cover of Yiren Magazine?"
The girl was a big influencer and adored the fashion on the covers of Yiren Magazine. Being a beauty blogger, she had high standards for clothes.
Falling in love with Ivana’s fashion designs, she called Yiren Magazine to get detailed information.
These words, "GK Trendy Style," beca embedded in the girl’s mind.
She wasn’t sure if this "GK" was that "GK," as it lacked the three words "Trendy Style."
The mont she sent out the Weibo post, fans responded instantly.
Little Cutie Eating Chips: "Wow! Wow! Wow! I also super-duper like the clothes Miss Phil wore in the fashion show, details please."
Spicy Pepper: "Don’t get too excited, it might be a fake. I suggest you go inside and find out, Lian’er."
Sunshine Fairy ow: "Address please... address please... fake or not, I have to go ask personally... and ask when they’ll open? Waaah... I adore the gorgeous clothes Miss Phil wore."
Spicy Pepper @ Lian’er, Sunshine Fairy ow @ Lian’er.
Within a minute of Lian’er’s new Weibo post, it garnered over a dozen comnts, followed by a flood of continuous comnts, most of which were @ her, requesting her to go in and inquire.
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