บททั้งหมดของ VOW OF REVENGE : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Kent took her away just like that, leaving the entire mess to me. Furthermore, with the fashion show already starting and guests gradually taking their seats, I had to steel myself, take a deep breath, and head backstage.Gill grabbed my hand and said, "Sister-in-law, my brother is so reckless, leaving you here and taking away that sly vixen, Hailey. I think you should let go of this mess. Too troublesome! Shall we leave too? Let things disrupt here as they may. He has to be prepared to deal with the aftermath since he boldly left with that vixen in public. Don't clean up after him. Let's go and have some coffee!"I stopped in my tracks, brushed off Gill's good intentions, and said faintly, "Regardless, he is my husband in name. I'd like to clean up this mess first. I don't want this to affect the company's reputation. As for the future...we'll see."I knew that this situation was a scheme set up by Hailey. I had to stay and see what game she was playing. Her sprained ankle was a ploy

The man in the car wasn't it Jared?Even though he was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap covering most of his face, making it hard to see him clearly, he leaned out of the vehicle at this moment, and took off his sunglasses and cap, revealing his real face completely to me.It was the same handsome face as always, but his expression was cold, like the frost of winter, that made me shiver without reason.I thought to myself, this is not good, I need to run, but the bodyguard by my side did not give me the chance to escape. He extended his hand and grabbed me like an eagle catching a chicken, effortlessly thrusting me into the car.From a soft sound, the car door was locked by Jared.I tugged at the car door a few times but couldn't open it. Jared let out a quiet laugh and said, "Sam, long time no see."His attitude was humble, his smile warm, as if we were old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, poised and elegant.I felt my whole body shaking. Since that incident on the

So, he relaxed his hold on the door, allowing Hailey to step inside. Walking over to the liquor cabinet, he fetched a bottle of red wine, poured it into a glass, and casually took a sip. Like a snake, Hailey slithered closer, grabbing a wine glass and pouring herself a serving."Say it, what do you want?" he asked."I want you to divorce Sam and marry me," she declared."Anything but that," he retorted."Well then, you don’t have to divorce her. But I want you to hold a wedding ceremony with me," she said."Hailey,"Kent’s eyes narrowed dangerously at this. Though his calling of her name was barely a rumble, the threat it contained was unmistakable. Yet she cared little for it. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him, insouciantly gracing her hands over his chest. As she nestled her head on his back, she said in an overly sweet voice,"I'm willing to grant you an opportunity to provide her a reasonable excuse. Let it allow her to leave this city, be it for traveling or visiting her

Jared ran away, while Hailey was taken away by the police. All the officers ran after him, leaving just me and Kent alone in the room.His shoulder was merely grazed by a bullet, with no bullets lodged in his flesh. The hotel emergency doctor pleaded with him to go to the hospital, but he refused. After receiving minimal treatment, he stayed.And I, throughout the thrilling situation, began to regain my composure.He sighed, sat next to me, and reached out to hold me. I instinctively tensed up. I wanted to push him away actually, but I became soft-hearted at the thought of how he risked his life throwing himself in front of me to block bullets.However, my instinctive refusal still alerted him about my state of mind. He squinted his eyes, asking, "What did you hear just now?"I slowly looked up at him, "I heard everything since you guys walked in. Kent, they just said, that back on the ship at the Long's, it was you who violated me. Is it true?"I felt a heart-wrenching pain, yet I

It was only once Mr. Earhart left the room did I finally breathed a sigh of relief. This man, though seemingly gentle and polite, exuded a distinct air of unwelcome. More disturbingly, I felt a hint of murderous intent in his demeanor.This was the kind of dark aura that only those who had taken many lives possessed.Could it be fatigue making me hallucinate?How could a gentleman who enjoyed coffee possibly possess such a bloodthirsty aura?It must be an illusion, probably my mind playing tricks on me due to the stressful battle I had with Jared, while with Kent.Yes, that must be it.Rubbing my eyes, I felt fatigue washing over me. I laid back on the bed but stared blankly at the ceiling. My mind was filled with fragments of images and information I couldn't consolidate into a definite concept.I wondered, ever since I impulsively left the hotel if Kent was looking for me everywhere. Was he panic-stricken?Had Jared been caught yet?As for me... after two days of rest, recalling m