Chapter 172


    Chapter 172 The Madam Wishes to See You


    The maid reminded Monica, “Mr. Fox has asked you to get ready as it is time to return to Riverdale.”


    “Right now?” Sleep fled her mind as Monica nced at the time and eximed. “It’s only 5.00AM!”


    “He said he misses his wife. He could not sleep all night and did not want to wait a second longer.


    Please hurry up, the maid replied.


    Monica was rendered speechless upon hearing that. “Very well.” After closing the door, she stomped


    around the room to get dressed and pack her things.


    Ten minutester, on the private jet flying from Navelie to Riverdale, she stared at thevish breakfast


    before her, but she had no appetite because of her mounting frustration. She then noticed the two


    children happily eating their breakfast.


    Meanwhile. Stanley was seated across from Monica, gazing out the window with a faint smile. With the


    rising sun’s rays syed across his face, he radiated such a gentle aura that he did not resemble the


    man she knew. She noticed that his entire demeanor had changed since the children entered his life,


    and he had be gentler.


    After breakfast, the children yed with their tablets.


    “Bad news, Daddy!” After saying this, Samuel thrust the tablet into his father’s face. “Look at what the


    news. outlets are saying.”


    As soon as she heard this. Monica snapped out of her thoughts and hurrienovelxo fast updatedly


    pulled out her phone.


    There were affectionate and artistically captured photographs of “the perfect family of four” in crystal


    rity. Articles and headlines published by media outlets werepletely false, with the truth being


    twisted for readership. Intentionally or not, they referred to her as Mrs. Fox and the biological mother of


    his children.


    In contrast, Stanley did not read a word of the article before reaching for his phone and dialing Max


    with an icy expression.


    However, she felt guilty after reading the articles, even though she had nothing to do with the incident.


    When Monica looked up at him, she noticed a terrifying aura surrounding him as he barked into the


    phone, “Get rid of all these nonsense articles now!” He immediately hung up after that.


    His presence was so overwhelming that she did not dare breathe.


    Then, Stanley wished he could teleport back to Melinda’s side to exin everything, anticipating how


    devastated she would be upon seeing the news.


    In the meantime, at Repulse Bay, Riverdale.


    Stephanie went upstairs to Melinda’s room and said, “Mrs. Fox, the Madam is waiting for you in her


    room. She wishes to speak to you.”


    The two women locked eyes for a brief moment before Stephanie walked away.


    However, Melinda anticipated what Jennifer would likely want to discuss with her upon Stanley’s


    imminent return. Hence, she stopped working and headed to Jennifer’s bedroom. When Stephanie


    opened the door for her, she found Jennifer sitting before the dressing table, but Stephanie did not


    follow Melinda into the room.


    Jennifer was wearing a half-mask at the time, and she only turned around when she heard Melinda’s


    footsteps, her cool gaze fixed on Melinda.


    “You will not hit me again,” Melinda dered calmly as she stopped approximately three feet away.


    “Not because I have someone backing me up now that Stanley’sing home, but because I will not


    let this happen a third time.”


    Jennifer frowned upon hearing that. How could she speak before me?


    “Since we are both human and capable ofmunicating, let’s use ournguage, Melinda continued.


    She neither groveled nor said this in a defiant manner. “I understand you dislike me, but I am not rich,


    and I realize it is impossible for me to win over everyone.”


    “Are you done yet?” Jennifer’s eyes glinted angrily, and her face was etched with a stormy expression.


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    “Not yet,” Melinda replied. “If you make life hard for me while the children are watching, I will not just


    ept your anger. Let me make it clear for you; I am a 9th Dan ck Belt in Taekwondo.”


    Suddenly, Jennifer’s expression turned icier than ice after hearing those words.


    “I am not taunting you with all of this. It is merely a kind reminder,” Melinda continued humbly. “I truly


    respect you and wish to cure you. That is all. Now, you may speak. I will listen.”