Chapter 17


    Mable had a nightmare.


    In the dream, she went back to the nightmarish rainy night five years ago.


    She was in Santaviz at that time for humanitarian relief when terrorists attacked the hospital and


    captured her.


    She was blindfolded, and that man just would not let her go, no matter how much she begged him…


    In the second half of the night.


    As soon as Mable opened her eyes, she saw ir lying beside her.


    She froze for a moment. In their two years of marriage, he did not even bother to touch her hand.


    Why…?


    As her memory returned to her, what happenedst night suddenly became clear in her mind…


    She was drugged and took ir as an antidote.


    ir’s eyelids twitched, which meant that he was about to wake up. So Mable gritted her teeth and


    hit his neck at lightning speed, knocking ir unconscious the moment he opened his eyes.


    Relieved, she got off the bed and left the Jefferson Residence while it was still dark.


    …


    ir woke up not long after Mable left.


    He sat up on the bed and looked around, but Mable was nowhere to be seen.


    If not for the messy bed and the striking scratches on his shoulder, he would have wondered if what


    had happenedst night was real.


    ir rubbed his dull aching neck, and a fierce look shed across his eyes.


    ‘That d*mned woman!


    ‘She slept with me, yet she dared to knock me out!’


    Ding!


    Ding!


    ir’s phone rang twice in a row. He picked up his phone and saw that Mable had messaged him.


    His eyes instantly turned cold when he opened the chat.


    Mable had transferred 9.99 dors to him and sent him a message.


    [Bad review!]


    ir looked at the transaction of 9.99 dors. His body released a sinister and cold aura.


    ‘What does that d*mn woman take me for?!


    ‘With such a review too? She’s humiliating me!’


    ir squeezed his phone hard. “Mable!”


    ‘You better not let me catch you, or…’


    ir suppressed the anger in his heart and called his assistant, Amos, toe and pick him up.


    He hadest night to discuss something with Frank when the maid identally spilled tea on


    him. So, he went to the guest room to change his clothes.


    Killing intent shed across his eyes as he remembered the drugged juice.


    ‘How dare they try to scheme against me? Very well, then!’


    …


    Amos handed ir a document after picking him up.


    “Master ir, I looked into Rahman as you requested. Strangely enough, I didn’t find any corrtion


    between him and Ms. Jefferson.”


    “Hm?”


    ir took the document and went through it for a while. His face was gloomy.


    Mable and Rahman definitely had an unordinary rtionship, or given his identity and status, he


    would not treat her with so much respect.


    ir loosened his tie. He was annoyed at the thought that Mable and Rahman might be lovers.


    ‘How many more things is Mable hiding from me?!


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    ‘What’s her rtionship with the Jeffersons?


    ‘In this generation of the Jeffersons, apart from Marissa, there was only Agnes, who passed away


    two years ago…


    ‘Wait. Two years ago…’


    ir saved Mable two years ago in early June, and the Jeffersons announced the news of Agnes’


    death inte June.


    A bold thought appeared in his mind.


    ir picked up his phone and called Mable.