"I was planning to settle the score with you when I felt better, but I never thought you would serve yourselves up on a silver
platter..."
Joanna wore a calm expression as she walked down the stairs, her knuckles cracking as she clenched and unclenched her fists.
She had discovered earlier that the person who tried to bury Nancy alive three years ago was Jeremy’s close friend, Charles,
and for that, she decided that the man would pay with his life...
And that man was standing right before her right now.
Charles turned to Joanna, and disdain flashed on their faces.
Charles mockingly said. "Haha! What a bold statent! Here I was, wondering who it was... Turns out it’s a remaining Pierce maggot! Our boss has wanted to eradicate you for a long ti, but he let you off because of the Morans! You’re just a despicable. housewife who has been demoted, and no one will protect you! I might as well take your useless life to my boss for a reward!"
Joanna sneered. "If you’re a dog wanting to ask your master for a bone, you first have to have the ability to do so! If you can run your mouth so well, why don’t you try taking care of your clothes first, hmm?"
"I’ve recorded how you pissed your pants, you know? I wonder what Jeremy would think if he saw how his close friend was so wimpy in a critical mont, and even worse, selling him out so easily?"
When Joanna finished speaking, she turned the volu up to maximum on her phone, repeatedly playing the video of Charles wetting himself when Nancy entered the door.
"Pfft... Haha!"
So of the n couldn’t help but break out in peals of laughter, holding their hurting stomachs.
"What a wimp!"
Nancy couldn’t help but laugh too. This was probably her first ti laughing so hard after suffering for three years!
Charles’ face twisted into an ugly expression, and he swung his fist at Joanna.
"Damn you! How dare you play for a fool! I won’t stop if I don’t cripple you today!"
To Charles, Joanna was just a weak little girl, and it would be as easy as stepping on an ant to kill her.
His attack was quick and heavy, and Nancy was frightened as she scread, "Look out, Miss Joan!"
Joanna was quick to react and caught his fist. With a smooth motion, she easily flipped and dropped him to the ground.
"Ow!"
Charles couldn’t react to Joanna’s counter and fell straight on his ass. He looked at Joanna incredulously.
"W–what...? What did you just...?!"
Charles was considered to be a person well–versed in martial arts, and he was well aware that the skills Joanna had just displayed couldn’t be pulled off by soone with barely any training. She had to have at least a decade of training under her belt to have done that! How could a weak woman like her do that?!
"Oh, nothing much. Just taking out the trash!"
Joanna was going to continue teaching Charles a lesson when her abdon suddenly cramped up. She imdiately hunched forward and curled into herself.
’Tsk... What a ti to be naughty, little one!’
Although she had intended to find a way to get them out of there first, it appeared that she wouldn’t be solving this with force.
Hence, she straightened up, kept her composure, and said to Charles, "Consider yourselves lucky that I spared your life today. Hurry up and get lost, or I’ll send this video to Jeremy for entertainnt!"
Charles didn’t dare to do anything rash because of the move Joanna had displayed, but also because he was afraid that she would really send the video to Jeremy. If she did, he would be a dead man.
So, he also played along and said, "Hmph! You’re also lucky. It so happens I don’t have enough energy today, which is why I
couldn’t kill you!"
Then, he waved his hands at his underlings. "Co on! We’re leaving!"
The n dragged their steel pipes and followed him out.
But suddenly, Charles realized that he might’ve been tricked. Wouldn’t it be safer if he’d just grabbed the phone and destroyed it?
the video?
They were big, burly n! How could they let two weak won boss them around?!
"Damn it! Grab that phone and kill her!" Charles roared. He wanted to teach Joanna a lesson for deceiving him.
But suddenly, a strong force ca from behind him, and he suddenly felt soone kicking him so hard that he inadvertently
began flailing his arms as his feet left the ground...
Seeing the simple, absolutely brutal, and cool style, Joanna knew instantly that she was facing the most oppressive man in the City, the crazy young master Ace.
But she didn’t understand. Why would this aristocrat co to this dilapidated haunted house?
Charles had just been dropped on his ass by Joanna, and now soone else had kicked him so hard he felt it to the bones. He could barely restrain his anger, and he was about to start cursing when he turned to et Ace’s burning eyes. He imdiately went pale and almost wet himself again.
"M–Mr. Moran! W–why are you here?!"
Ace stared down at Charles, who was prostrating on the ground. His brows were furrowed, and he asked in an obviously upset tone. "Are you one of Jeremy’s people?"
He could vaguely recall the man beside Jeremy from a business deal before this, where they had t. Ah, he was Jeremy’s top bodyguard, wasn’t he? Jeremy was very close to him too.
"Yes, that’s right, Sir! My na is Charles. I’ve been working with Mr. Jeremy for many years. eting you when you signed the long–term business deal with Charles Group was a great honor. I’ve always admired you, and today’s formal encounter is a real privilege!"
Charles was practically bending over backward for Ace, and he looked like he would grovel on the ground and worship Ace if he could. This was because he knew Ace had a status above Jeremy, and he couldn’t afford to offend him.
Ace looked indifferently, and without bothering to spare Charles another glance, he looked around the villa. He took in the
smashed furniture and the ss, and his frown deepened.
"What’s going on here?" Ace asked.
"Well..."
Charles gulped before stamring. "B–because... Mr. Jeremy heard that the Pierce villa was haunted. The neighbors around here, including his close friends, expressed their fear... H–he’s a righteous man he said we should clean up this unclean place for everyone’s sake!"
"That’s bullshit!"
Joanna could feel her brain cells deteriorating from the man’s nonsense. Was he insulting their intelligence?
Enduring the pain in her abdon, she coldly snorted, "Do you think I’m an idiot? Or are you saying Mr. Jeremy is stupid? You’re boldly using his na and portraying him as a fool. You seem to be really tired of living, don’t you?"
"Miss Pierce, calm down. Mr. Jeremy really did say..."
Charles was also in disbelief at his own words, but what else could he do?
He couldn’t say that Jeremy knew that Joanna had moved back into the Pierce residence and had deliberately sent Charles to get rid of her, right?!
After all, Joanna was still Ace’s wife. Even if the two were divorced, the man wouldn’t stand back and watch his ex–wife get
bullied, that’s for sure!
"What did Mr. Jeremy send you here to do again?" Ace asked nonchalantly, attempting to display an attitude of indifference.
"H–he asked us to clean up this dirty place..."
"So, you’re saying that my ex–wife is dirty?"
"N–no! That’s not what I ant!" Charles was sorely tempted to bury his head in the ground. At this mont, he was only
digging a deeper grave for himself.
"Y–you misunderstand, Mr. Moran! I was only... I just...!"
Charles carefully studied Ace’s face, at a complete loss at how to answer the man. Whether they were divorced, Charles was even more insignificant to Ace than Joanna.
He felt that whichever way he answered would be wrong.
Joanna was uncomfortable as she listened to the conversation. Sohow, she felt like Ace was indirectly insulting her.
Ace looked at Charles coldly, then suddenly raised his foot to step on Charles’ head. "Go back and tell Jeremy that there’s nothing I hate more than bullies! The deal between the Moran Group and Jeremy Group has been terminated!"
"Y–yes, sir!"
Charles didn’t dare protest or say more. Gesturing wildly to the other n, the group scrambled and left the villa.
What a ss! Charles hadn’t expected that his luck was so bad that he’d run into Ace, now like a knight riding in on a white horse to save the damsel in distress.
Didn’t divorced couples usually not get along? What the hell was up with those two?! Was it normal to et up so often?!
On the other hand, Ace had both hands in his pocket and a stern look on his face as he asked Joanna, "How are you?"
Joanna was not a fool. Even though her ex–husband had just asserted his dominance, and she went starry–eyed over his display for a mont, she was clear–headed and sneered.
"One doesn’t visit for no reason, Mr. Moran. You ca to my house with your condescending attitude, so you shouldn’t expect a pleasant welco. Why don’t you get to the point?"
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