Chapter 27


    A cold look shed across Mable’s eyes. She uttered through gritted teeth, “*sshole!”


    ‘I want to blow his head off!’


    “Get in the car!” ir pulled the car door open.


    Mable shot him a look and reluctantly got into the car.


    As ir drove, he asionally nced at Mable, who was pretending to be asleep. He sized her


    up with curiosity.


    “Mable, just how many more identities do you have?” he suddenly asked.


    Mable was Agnes, the eldest miss of the Jeffersons. She was also Sonora, the boxing champion


    who dominated the ring.


    Just how many other identities did she have?


    Mable opened her eyes. She had a defensive look in her indifferent eyes as she smiled sweetly and


    responded, “Take a guess.”


    ir said, “I’ll be ready to listen whenever you want to tell me.”


    Mable pursed her lips and did not say anything.


    By the time they returned to ir’s vi, it was almost dawn.


    The wound on Mable’s shoulder had reopened. She treated it again and took two more anti-


    inmmatory pills.


    After breakfast, she was bored and turned on the TV. She happened to see Marissa and Dane’s


    interview.


    The reporter asked, “Ms. Jefferson, Mr. Snyder, there are rumors that your families’panies will


    further cooperate after you get married. Can you slightly reveal which aspect of cooperation it’ll be?”


    The Jeffersons and the Snyders were family friends, to begin with, and they had always been in


    cooperation in the business world. Now that the two families were bing inws, they would


    cooperate more closely than before.


    There were even rumors that theirpanies might merge.


    Marissa intimately held Dane’s arm and smiled calmly. “I’m not too sure. My dad and Uncle


    Raymond are the ones discussing it.”


    Dane spoke, “You’ll find out on our wedding day.”


    The reporter continued, “Mr. Snyder, some people on the Inte say you’re marrying Ms. Marissa


    to fulfill the marriage contract with the Jeffersons, but in fact, the person you love is still thete Ms.


    Agnes.”


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    Dane frowned when he heard Agnes’ name. “I’ve always treated Agnes as a younger sister. We


    were only engaged back then due to the pressure from our elders. I initially wanted to break off the


    engagement when she got older, but I didn’t expect her to have an unfortunate life…”


    Marissa lowered her head and looked as though it was a distressing memory for her. “My cousin


    was so pitiful.”


    Dane looked at his fiancee beside him with deep affection. “My marriage with Riss doesn’t involve


    any business interests. The person I love has always been her from the beginning to the end, and


    we’re only getting married because we love each other.”


    …


    Mable stared gloomily at the cheating couple on TV. Her red lips were curled into a cold smile.


    ‘Love each other, my *ss.


    ‘It seems like Dane forgot how he pursued me in the past.’


    Mable did not love Dane, but they were engaged, after all. However, based on what he said, it


    sounded as if she was the one who pursued him instead.


    She could not swallow this anger!


    She also wanted to see how much Dane and Marissa loved each other!


    Just as Mable was thinking about that, she heard a woman’s voiceing from outside.


    “I’m Leah, Master ir’s friend. Please tell him I’m waiting for him downstairs.”


    Mable raised her eyebrow. ‘Leah?’


    She remembered that was the name of Marissa’s cousin.


    Mable turned her head and saw the maid walking in with a woman who carried branded items and


    was dressed in fancy clothes.


    She recognized at a nce that this was the woman she had knocked out at the Jefferson


    Residence that night.


    This woman was probably the one who tried to drug ir, but Mable ended up drinking the juice.


    Mable felt even more irritated when she thought about what had happened in the Jefferson


    Residence that night.


    Leah did not know Mable and did not seem to think that a woman would be living in ir’s vi.


    When she took another look at Mable and saw that she was wearing pajamas, her face suddenly


    sank.


    “Who… are you?” Leah pointed at Mable and questioned in a raised voice.


    The maid who led Leah into the vi introduced, “This is Master ir’s wife.”


    Leah gasped. “What?”


    ‘She’s Master ir’s secret wife?


    ‘Didn’t they say his wife is incredibly ugly?’