Semua Bab Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Bab 1361 - Bab 1370

To think that she had been so bold to hug Odell and even propose to become his mistress! It was inconceivable, a complete departure from her usual self! He had been naive enough to see glimpses of Sylvia in her, and it turned out that they were completely different people all along. Cliff stole a peek at Odell through the rearview mirror and observed his stoic silence. He carefully broached the subject. “Sir, should I inform the department to have her fired?” Odell made a look, a sharp gleam appeared in his eyes. “Just let her be for now.” Cliff could see from Odell’s eyes that he was not remotely interested in Shermaine’s advances, so he asked cautiously, “Was it because she had once rescued Madam Carter?” “Nobody would undergo such a drastic transformation in such a short time. It’s impossible.” Cliff was startled by this remark and asked to clarify, “Are you saying that this is her true self all along and she was only hiding it?” “When you first knew her, did

Isabel missed and ended up straining her back. She groaned in pain. Flint grinned from ear to ear and continued to provoke her. “Heheh, you missed, hehe…” Isabel's face immediately flushed with red, and she shot up from the bed. Flint immediately took off and ran. “You better stop right there you fatso!” Isabel ran after him. Flint flung open the door and ran out. This would mark the beginning of the grand battle between the two siblings. Liam was still on the phone. He had recorded the entire interaction between Isabel and Liam and sent it to Sylvia. Sylvia, who was miles away from her children in a remote town, laughed uncontrollably when she listened to the silly bickering between her children on the phone. After a while, she sent a reply to Liam, “Thank you for sending this to me, Liam. This makes your mommy very happy.” “…” Meanwhile, inside a large bedroom. Odell leaned lazily on the recliner and was killing time on his phone. Notificatio

She stared at the red and glittering wine, its luster was captured in her eyes. It was eleven years ago when she met Shermaine. She was only twelve years old then. She had rescued Shermaine from poverty because of her extreme similarity with Sylvia. Her son was obsessed with Sylvia to an unhealthy degree and she wanted Shermaine to grow into a doppelgänger of Sylvia to become the perfect replacement for the lover her son never had. Only, her son wanted nobody other than Sylvia herself, he would rather go to prison than settle for Shermaine. There was also the fact that Shermaine had only come to resemble Sylvia in appearance but did not manage to capture her essence in any other facets. In the end, she decided to let Shermaine go back to her home country and creep into Odell’s life. Even if she could not bring an end to the Carter empire, she would avenge her son by ruining Odell and Sylvia’s romance! Only… She frowned uneasily. She knew Shermaine like the ba

Sylvia commended Flint, “Good boy.” With that, the conversation had come to an end. Odell stared at the message Sylvia sent where she claimed she would be back in two days. He found himself grinning without realizing it. Finally, she was coming back. He no longer had to sleep by himself. However, there was the Shermaine issue… He considered for a moment and went to search for Sylvia’s profile in her friend list and wrote a brief message to her that read, “Are you here? There’s something I want to talk to you about.” As soon as he had sent the message, an error appeared on the screen that said, “Message unable to send. User only accepts messages from added accounts.” It would appear that he was still on her blacklist. He heaved a long, tired sigh. He certainly did not hold it against her. It was him that had made a mistake in misplacing his trust in Shermaine. He had gone and ignored Sylvia’s feelings and even accused her of being insensitive to Shermaine’s

Shermaine was dumbstruck by the unannounced visit. "Why are you here?" Ruth answered in an unserious voice, “Because I missed you and figured I'd come to see you.” Shermaine grimaced and needed several seconds to collect her thoughts. "Wait for me at the airport, I’m coming right away.” With that, she hung up. She was already done with her work for the day. She swiftly grabbed her purse and trotted out. A colleague who was assigned near her desk swept a glance at her quickly departing figure and proceeded to pick up the phone to contact Cliff. … Half an hour later, Westchester International Airport. Shermaine got out of the car and walked as fast as she could to one of the arrival gates. It did not take long before she identified a woman who stood out from the rest of the crowd. This was a middle-aged woman in a hat and sunglasses. Though plainly dressed, she exuded a fine air of elegance. She waved and greeted her with a pleasant smile, “Aunt Ruth!”