Reincarnated As the Enemy's Wife: Married the Rival, Bound by Revenge Chapter 127: Yesmina Sherman Threw Herself into Frank Taylor

"I..." Yesmina Sherman was stunned and guilty at that mont. But soon she imdiately blew up, "What are you talking about? "Why do I wear a ring when I’m divorced?" Frank Taylor was at a loss for words.

Before they were divorced, Yesmina Sherman often took off her ring for work reasons, saying that she was afraid of losing it. She was beautiful, and people often wanted to pursue her. Frank Taylor had been unhappy for a long ti.

"You haven’t worn much before, anyway."

"What do you an by that?

"As if I were an incompetent wife!"

Frank Taylor twitched his lips, "That’s not what I said."

"Oh, Frank, let’s be clear. It’s not that I don’t wear my ring. I’m afraid of losing it, okay?"

Frank Taylor said arrogantly, "If you really treasure it that much, how could you lose it?"

"Hey, you’re so unreasonable!"

"Bang!"

Just as the two were about to argue, there was an inexplicable noise in the kitchen.

Yesmina Sherman scread in terror, and instantly the entire kitchen went black!

It was already night. Yesmina Sherman was afraid of darkness.

Such a sudden power cut made the whole room suddenly invisible!

"Ahhhhhh!"

She thought the kitchen had exploded and subconsciously threw herself into Frank Taylor’s arms.

Feeling the woman’s soft body, Frank Taylor was suddenly stunned.

The next second, he reacted and quickly held her in his arms.

"Don’t be afraid!

"I’m here!"

Frank Taylor was also a little alard. After all, it was in the kitchen and he couldn’t see anything. It’s dark.

But after all, he was a man, and the first thing he needed to do in any situation was to protect his woman.

He was tall and powerful. He protected Yesmina Sherman in his arms, just like protecting a little woman.

He reached for the door, only to find the kitchen door locked!

"How do you open your door?"

Yesmina Sherman stretched out her hand to pull, but found she could not open it.

"What’s going on with this door...."

"Don’t be afraid, I’ll fix it."

Frank Taylor held her with one arm and groped for the door with the other.

On the other side, Yvonne, who deliberately turned off the switch, secretly hid outside to listen to what was happening inside.

She couldn’t help but snicker when she heard her mom threw herself into her dad’s arms.

She hurried up and locked the door again.

However, the door didn’t look like a gate. She didn’t know how Frank Taylor fixed it.

It wasn’t long before he opened the door.

He rushed out with Yesmina Sherman in his arms.

"Yvonne, what’s going on?!"

At first, he thought the power was off in Graceland, but when he ca out, he found that all the lights outside were on and only the electricity in the kitchen was turned off.

So it must be switched off by soone on purpose.

As for the purpose, there’s no need to guess.

Yvonne ca out slowly at this mont and said, "Just now... I don’t know what happened, as if I had accidentally t sowhere..."

How could Frank Taylor not tell if his daughter was lying?" The electric switch is in the electric box. How could you accidentally touch it?

"And was it so coincidental that you touched that one of the kitchen?

"Didn’t you know your mother was claustrophobic?

"Is it fun to do this kind of mischief?"

"I..."

Frank Taylor looked really angry.

It was the first ti he had criticized her so harshly since she had been reborn.

"... I know I’m wrong... I won’t do it next ti, well, I’m trying to give you a chance, Daddy."

"Your dad doesn’t need to hurt your mom to get a chance!"

Listen, listen to this titillating quote from Dad.

Yvonne herself was almost fascinated by her father’s masculinity. When she went ho, she imdiately told Zachary about it, saying that she didn’t expect to see the display of affection of her parents. If it’s made into a TV series, it will be popular among all ages.

When Zachary heard this, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "You actually find other man titillating?"

Yvonne looked surprised, "Zachary, you can’t be jealous like that. That’s my father!"

"Your father is a man, too."

"I give in to you."

"Ok?"

I can do nothing else.

The man grinned wickedly, then picked her up and placed her on his lap.

He was at work, but now she was carried over and sat on his lap with her back to the computer. This position was very embarrassing.

"What are you doing..."

"What... do you say?"

*

Yvonne’s legs were shaking when she took a shower last night.

Zachary was very satisfied with her behavior this ti, for he had already ntioned several tis that he did not like her crying out of tiredness while making out.

She simply stopped shouting, and the result was... well, her legs were aching.

Now that she had just beco the vice minister of Arts Departnts at the Zandia University, there’s a lot of things waiting for her in the Arts Departnt.

Therefore, even though there were not many classes for Yvonne now in her junior year, she still had to go to school to deal with the affairs of the Arts Departnt.

Zandia University

Eva Loraine beca the minister of Arts Departnt. It was also widely expected.

After all, she was a prestigious figure in the international music circle, and she was already the vice minister of the Arts Departnt, and her contribution to the whole

Arts Departnt was very high.

However, there were still many voices of doubt about Yvonne, the vice minister.

In terms of qualifications, she hadn’t even been in the Arts Departnt for a year. Although her brilliant talent had brought many highlights to the Arts Departnt, she had always been accompanied by Ralph Cobb, which had led to people’s misconception about her that Ralph Cobb gave her all the good grades.

Outside the door.

Yvonne just arrived at the door of the classroom, but two ministers and one vice minister hadn’t co yet. So old mbers of the Arts Departnt were introducing the traditional ministers and vice ministers of the Arts Departnt to the newly recruited mbers of this session.

"This is minister Cobb, who is also an influential figure in our Zandia University."

"He is super powerful. He has beco the top producer of the top record company in our country. It is said that he also wrote a song for a very popular singer."

"Oh my God..."

The new mbers of the Arts Departnt looked at the picture of Ralph Cobb on the wall with an expression of worship.

"This is minister Loraine. She was a vice minister before and is now our minister.

"She is also super powerful. She majored in cello and other musical instrunts. She has a solid knowledge of music theory. She is a real academic and practical person."

"What about this one?"

A little munchkin asked.

Another little munchkin, who accompanied her, imdiately replied, "I know, I know!

"This is Miss Taylor!

"She’s super beautiful!"

"Ah!

"I rember, this is our senior who sang Queen at the school celebration before!

"Oh my God..."

Most of the freshn’s impressions of Yvonne were worshiped, because she was so beautiful, studied well and sang well. Most importantly, she was fair-skinned, rich and beautiful.

And now she had married to a rich husband. She was a winner in life!

However, several old mbers didn’t think so.

They were all old mbers. Now Yvonne, the most junior, had beco a vice

minister.

Yet they still had to listen to her, and the various remarks of disobedience to Yvonne were being very much discussed by the Arts Departnt recently.

Moreover, what they really didn’t like about Yvonne was not that she beca a vice minister, but the ones Ralph Cobb fired for her at the police station before, and many of them used to be the backbone of the Arts Departnt.

As other backbones, it’s more than a little saddening to see that their comrades who fought side by side had ended up in this situation.

The person in charge of leading their introductions cleared his throat.

"Yvonne’s singing is good, but it’s a pity that she doesn’t have a solid foundation. She sings popular songs, can’t dance, and is not very powerful."

...

"But I heard before that Yvonne’s singing skills were very solid. She was no worse than soone from a professional background. Many music companies wanted to sign a contract with her."

A little munchkin said.

The person in charge of the introduction looked disdainful and said, "It’s all lying to outsiders. If you don’t believe it, you can ask our senior students in the Arts Departnt. Who is convinced by her?"

"Ahem!"

Just then, soone saw Yvonne at the door.

She coughed quickly to stop her from talking.

Yvonne heard it all and pushed in with a smile.

"Well, if I hadn’t heard you say this today, I wouldn’t know that I had so many complaints in the Arts Departnt."

As soon as that person saw Yvonne herself coming, his face turned white all of a sudden.

After all, not to ntion in Zandia University, even in the whole Hiltonan, few people dared to really antagonize Yvonne.

With her penny-pinching personality, it would be a wonder if she wouldn’t hit him hard when he spoke ill of her behind her back!

But with all these people watching, it would be a coward to back down.

"Yvonne, we have no other aning, but since you entered the Arts Departnt, Minister Cobb has given you a particularly good treatnt. This is an indisputable fact, and you know it in your heart."

"Oh, so you don’t just have a lot of complaints about , you have a lot of complaints about the forr minister, too."

"Hey!

"Yvonne, I don’t like to hear that!"

Those people, they dared not say anything about Ralph Cobb.

"When you say I was treated extraordinarily well when I ca in, didn’t you an that the forr minister was partial?

"Seeing that I beca a vice minister only half a year after I joined the Arts Departnt, and you didn’t beco. So you blatantly spoke ill of to the new mbers. Are you ashad of that?

"Is this what you call solidarity?"

Yvonne today wore a crimson knitted jacket, stiff jeans, and two strings of gold retro earrings on her ears. The whole person looked simple and fashionable, and had a strong aura.

She knew that when she beca the vice minister, soone must speak ill of her behind her back.

But it was the first day of new mber orientation, isn’t that a little out of line talking about her in front of the new recruit?

Soone ca forward to make peace.

"Yvonne, don’t be too angry, Haward didn’t an it.

"Your achievents are obvious to all and we are convinced."

Yvonne sneered, thinking that he was really a two-faced person.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the peacemaker.

"Really?

"If you are convinced of , why didn’t anyone stand up for when he said that?

"And still laughing over there?"

Yvonne gathered her hair and lifted her chin.

"I, Yvonne Taylor, don’t like to play tricks behind my back. Since everyone is not convinced, let’s get straight to the point."

"You, you and all of you, is there anyone who has doubts about being a vice minister? Now that minister Loraine is not here, you should speak boldly."

In addition to a few little cute newbies, the rest were backbone mbers with so ideas in the Arts Departnt.

Although not all mbers had co today, there were also quite a few. The boy who took the lead in speaking ill of Yvonne just now stood up. "In that case, I’ll say it straight."

"Yvonne Taylor, you are not a music major, and you can’t dance. By the cultivation of the old minister, you are on the program of school celebration and road show. Do you have any other works?

"You’ve been in the Arts Departnt for less than a year. Any one of us here is more qualified than you!"

Yvonne burst out laughing.

But the smile was cold, with little warmth.

"You guys think so too?"

Her coldly elegant eyes swept everyone present.

No one said anything.