Todos los capítulos de Mr. Pamperer and His Wily Woman: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

When Jean arrived at her residence, no more paparazzi were waiting outside her house.But those spray red paint of insulting words remained on the door and wall outside.It looked bloody like a murder scene.Taking out her cell phone, she took photos of it.Her phone rang as soon as she stepped into the house. It was an unidentified caller.Since her phone number was private, few people knew about it.She hesitated if she should answer. At last, she did. “Hello?”“Miss Mitchell, I am the legal counsel of Galax Star Productions. Regarding your—”“Tell Willie I will pay double the money to him in a week. Ask him don’t harass me.”She had tons of debts to pay, and lawyer letters and indictments awaited her.But those were not important.Those debts were nothing once she returned to the Mitchell family.She was planning her next step, which was to return to the Mitchell family.Mitchell Corporation was founded by her dad and her mom. She would never allow it to fall into the h

An hour later, Robert regained his consciousness. He looked around but did not see Jean. There was just a nurse here giving him a jab. He sighed, thinking that he probably had a hallucination—no way his daughter would come to see him.“How do you feel, Mr. Mitchell?” the nurse asked.“I feel better.”“Ring the bell if you need anything. Have a good rest.”The nurse went out but left the door open ajar.Robert then heard a voice outside. It was Jean.“As much as I hate him, he is still my dad. I don’t want anything to happen to him. I have lost my mom, and I don’t want to lose my dad.”Her voice trembled with a thick nasal sound. Apparently, she had been crying for a while.Robert heard what she said, and his heart softened. He was angry no more.As stubborn and belligerent as Jean was, she was still the little girl whom he remembered. She used to train her puppy dog eyes on him and cared about him.He remembered when Jean was a child, she would call him Dad, run over, and plu

‘I am always on your side, Jean!’‘This world might be dark, and I might be small, but I am willing to be a firefly for you, working hard to illuminate your world. Don’t give up!’‘Dear Goddess Jean, I wasn’t your fan at first, but somehow you grew on me, and I became your fan, and from fan became your diehard fan—all that happened in just a few days. Thank you for giving me the courage in this bloody world. I love you. I am willing to be your sword to fight for you!’Amid a sea of insults, Jean found a few tweets that cheered for her.Tears flowed involuntarily as she read on.She felt like the Little Match Girl, who was frozen to death after the warmth of the fire from her last match faded.She checked her follower count. It used to be thousands of them, but now there were less than 200 left.These remaining followers were giving each other encouragement and even organizing anti-smearing activities.Jean tweeted, ‘Thank you for believing in me. You all don’t have to do anythi

“Whatever happens next, nothing can be worse than now,” Jean said.Etan’s cell phone rang suddenly.He let go of her and took out his cell phone.She glimpsed the phone screen and saw that it was Anne.“What’s up?” Etan answered.“Etan, Grandma asks us to choose the wedding dress together if you have time tomorrow,” Anne said on the phone.Jean smirked and made a wheedling voice deliberately, “Etan…”Etan spun around and glared at her with an I-will-kill-you look. She saw a strange emotion in his eyes, but she could not tell what it was.She was unintimidated by his glare. Lifting her chin, she stared back at him provocatively and continued the wheedling thingy. “I have finished my shower. Why haven’t you finished talking on the phone? Come over here quickly.”This was her home, and she could speak however she liked. It was her freedom, was it not?Anne heard a female voice from the other end of the phone. Her face crashed instantly. She had made out the voice belonging to t

The next afternoon, Etan’s grandma summoned Etan back home. She wanted him to accompany Anne to choose her wedding dress.She put her hand on her hips and said to him, “What took you so long, you rascal? Anne has been waiting for you for a long time. I am tired. I will go upstairs and rest for a while. I will leave you two to it.”“I will help you upstairs, Grandma,” Anne said.“It’s OK. You choose your dresses.”Etan’s grandma shot a glare at him. “Keep Anne company. You had better not skimp it.”“He won’t, Grandma,” Annie said.“You are quick to speak for him even before the engagement?”“Grandma…” Anne blushed and shook her arm gently.“All right. I won’t say it anymore. I am old, my body getting weaker by the day.” Etan’s grandma guffawed.A servant helped her go upstairs.Now, there were only Etan and Anne in the living room. The servants were standing at a distance.Anne sat down next to Etan. As she picked up a dress design drawing, she forced herself not to think abo