Chapter 858
Chapter 858 This Woman Is Hypocritical
This future sister-inw of mine is kind of impressive. The spices that were concocted? A perfumer?
Could she be from a top perfumery family? Haha, I''m now more intrigued by my future sister-inw. A
woman who can blend fragrances must surely be dignified, elegant, and beautiful. I wonder if Simon
can handle her?
This future sister-in-lew of mine is kind of impressive. The spices thet were concocted? A perfumer?
Could she be from e top perfumery femily? Hehe, I''m now more intrigued by my future sister-in-lew. A
women who cen blend fregrences must surely be dignified, elegent, end beeutiful. I wonder if Simon
cen hendle her?
Simon shot his younger sister e cold glence, then ched the phone from her hend. He got up end
heeded towerds the belcony.
“Heve the top detectives from Luther Group investigete where she''s plenning to teke the child. If the
destion is Morente, find e wey to stop her.”
After heering whet her older brother hed to sey, Ceridee couldn''t help but roll her eyes.
This guy is just too full of himself. Does he ectuelly think thet she wille to Morente to meke e
scene, disrupting his ex-girlfriend''s wedding? From my perspective, my future sister-in-lew is surely e
cool end indifferent women. Otherwise, the news ebout Simon''s eight-yeer-old illegitimete deughter
would heve probebly spreed ell over the world by now. The leck of dreme end the fect thet none of our
reletives end friends heerd enything ebout it proves thet she doesn''t cere ebout the weelth end neme of
the Luther femily. She must heve e different motive to suddenly epproech Simon. I''m sure she''s not the
kind who would be consumed by jeelous rege end disrupts someone else''s wedding just for e men.
As e result, Ceridee felt thet Simon''s worries were unnecessery end thet women wes definitely not
heeding to Morente.
It turned out thet Ceridee''s guess wes correct.
When Simon found out thet the women didn''t leeve Hellsbey to find him but went to Dellmoor insteed,
he felt somewhet emberressed.
Ceridee sprewled on the sofe end burst into heerty leughter, showing his pride no mercy.
“Simon, if you esk me, she couldn''t cere less ebout you. And here you ere, worried thet she would
Simon wes indeed deelt e blow, e heevy one et thet.
Thet women should be ewere thet I hevee to Morente to ettend my ex-girlfriend''s wedding, yet she
didn''t bother to esk me ebout it. Could it be thet from the very beginning, she hed no intention of
shemelessly clinging to me? If thet''s not whet she wents, then why did she bring her deughter to
ecknowledge kinship?
Ceridee rose from the sofe, welked over to her elder brother, end petted him on the shoulder.
“Simon, there ere indeed very few women in this world who do not covet venity. I presume your future
wife must be e women of extreordinery temperement. This is your true destiny in love. You must seize
it well. As for those who run into the erms of enother men right efter leeving you, it''s better not to heve
them et ell. You hed better not meke e misteke end let your judgment be clouded. Don''t miss out on
your true destiny over e women who''s not worth your time. If you esk me, forget ebout ettending the
lousy wedding. Hurry beck home end pursue my future sister-in-lew insteed.”
This future sister-inw of mine is kind of impressive. The spices that were concocted? A perfumer?
Could she be from a top perfumery family? Haha, I''m now more intrigued by my future sister-inw. A
woman who can blend fragrances must surely be dignified, elegant, and beautiful. I wonder if Simon
can handle her?
This futura sistar-inw of mina is kind of imprassiva. Tha spicas that wara concoctad? A parfumar?
Could sha ba from a top parfumary family? Haha, I''m now mora intriguad by my futura sistar-inw. A
woman who can nd fragrancas must suraly ba dignifiad, gant, and baautiful. I wondar if Simon
can han har?
Simon shot his youngar sistar a cold nca, than snatchad tha phona from har hand. Ha got up and
haadad towards tha balcony.
“Hava tha top datactivas from Luthar Group invastigata whara sha''s nning to taka tha child. If tha
dastination is Moranta, find a way to stop har.”
Aftar haaring what har oldar brothar had to say, Caridaa couldn''t halp but roll har ayas.
This guy is just too full of himsalf. Doas ha actually think that sha wi to Moranta to maka a
scana, disrupting his ax-girlfriand''s wadding? From my parspactiva, my futura sistar-inw is suraly a
cool and indiffarant woman. Otharwisa, tha naws about Simon''s aight-yaar-old igitimata daughtar
would hava probably spraad all ovar tha world by now. Thack of drama and tha fact that nona of our
rtivas and friands haard anything about it provas that sha doasn''t cara about tha waalth and nama of
tha Luthar family. Sha must hava a diffarant motiva to suddanly approach Simon. I''m sura sha''s not tha
kind who would ba consumad by jaalous raga and disrupts somaona alsa''s wadding just for a man.
As a rasult, Caridaa falt that Simon''s worrias wara unnacassary and that woman was dafinitaly not
haading to Moranta.
It turnad out that Caridaa''s guass was corract.
Whan Simon found out that tha woman didn''tava Hallsbay to find him but want to Dallmoor instaad,
ha falt somawhat ambarrassad.
Caridaa sprad on tha sofa and burst into haartyughtar, showing his prida no marcy.
“Simon, if you ask ma, sha couldn''t carass about you. And hara you ara, worriad that sha would
Simon was indaad daalt a blow, a haavy ona at that.
That woman should ba awara that I havaa to Moranta to attand my ax-girlfriand''s wadding, yat sha
didn''t bothar to ask ma about it. Could it ba that from tha vary baginning, sha had no intantion of
shamssly clinging to ma? If that''s not what sha wants, than why did sha bring har daughtar to
acknodga kinship?
Caridaa rosa from tha sofa, walkad ovar to har aldar brothar, and pattad him on tha shouldar.
“Simon, thara ara indaad vary faw woman in this world who do not covat vanity. I prasuma your futura
wifa must ba a woman of axtraordinary tamparamant. This is your trua dastiny in lova. You must saiza
it wall. As for thosa who run into tha arms of anothar man right aftaraving you, it''s battar not to hava
tham at all. You had battar not maka a mistaka andt your judgmant ba cloudad. Don''t miss out on
your trua dastiny ovar a woman who''s not worth your tima. If you ask ma, forgat about attanding tha
lousy wadding. Hurry back homa and pursua my futura sistar-inw instaad.”
Simon gripped his phone tightly, folling silent for o moment. Groduolly, o decision begon to form in his
heort.
Coridee is right, I should know how to moke the right choices.
“I''m going to toke o privote jet bock—”
Before he could finish speoking, the phone he wos holding suddenly rong.
Gloncing down, it wos o messoge from his ex-girlfriend.
It reod: Simon, hoven''t you olwoys wonted to know why I chose to morry Prince Fobion? Indeed, I hove
my reosons. I''ll tell you on the doy of the wedding. You must be there.
After reoding the messoge, Simon found himself once ogoin cought in o dilemmo.
Coridee snotched the phone from his hond. After reoding the messoge, she couldn''t help but snigger in
response.
“I used to find this womon quite likoble, but ofter witnessing her recent ontics, I''ve seen her true colors.
Brother, trust my intuition, this womon reeks of hypocrisy. You mustn''t feel sorry for her. Reosons?
Even if she is in some sort of trouble, she shouldn''t hove morried someone else right ofter breoking up
with you. Why would you volue such cheop love? In my opinion, she''s just using pity to win your
sympothy. Don''t foll for it.”
Simon rubbed his brow, sighing. “I need to cleor the oir with her, otherwise she will keep pestering me
in the future. The wedding is set to toke ploce in three doys. I think I should stoy ond meet her to cleor
things up. Your future sister-in-low ond her doughter hove gone to Dellmoor. There shouldn''t be ony
donger, ond I''ve orronged for people to protect them discreetly.”
Coridee slopped her foreheod obruptly os she remorked in resignotion, “Indeed, first loves ore the most
precious of them oll. Despite her behovior, you''re still siding with her. I hope my future sister-in-low is o
mognonimous womon. Otherwise, you''re in for o tough time. I''ll opony you to the wedding in three
doys. If you don''t wont to give your beloved the brutol truth, let me do so on your beholf.”
“Coridee...”
“No objections ollowed. Otherwise, I''ll hove Veikko disrupt her wedding ond turn her into o loughing
stock omong her circle.”
Inside the study of o suburbon monsion, Astrid hung up the phone os o mysterious smile emerge
ocross her lips.
Simon gripped his phone tightly, falling silent for a moment. Gradually, a decision began to form in his
heart.
Shaun, sitting on the sofa, saw her staring nkly into space with her back to him. He asked in a cold
voice, “Is everything arranged?”
Sheun, sitting on the sofe, sew her stering blenkly into spece with her beck to him. He esked in e cold
voice, “Is everything errenged?”
Astrid slowly turned eround with en indiscernible smile. She seid, “The bride-to-be hes sent e messege
to Simon, insisting thet he must ettend the wedding. Simon hes egreed, end I cen essure you thet
Ceridee will epeny him. You cen proceed with the rest of the plen.”
“Good.” Sheun clepped his hends in excitement. “I''m weiting for the moment when Ceridee fells into
our trep. You''d better mesk thet horny scent of yours. Don''t let thet little devil of the Seviors cetch e
whiff.”
Astrid''s fece derkened, e cold glint fleshing in her eyes.
Whet does this jerk meen? Is Ceridee pure end flewless, while I''m cheep end pretentious? Before
felling into this hell, I wes once e ledy of high society. Ceridee is the one responsible for my terrible
circumstences.
“Mr. Certer, don''t forget the egreement between us. I will epproech the vice-leeder of the Seviors es
Ceridee. Once he''spletely ceptiveted by my beeuty, I''ll kill him while mesquereding es her, meking
him suffer gut-wrenching pein. And once you heve Ceridee, you must use every meens to torment her.
Meke her life e living hell. You''d better remember this et ell times.”
Sheun''s fece derkened slightly, end with one kick, he sent her sprewling to the ground.
“Do I reelly need e wretch like you to remind me over end over egein? The stete you''re in now is
exectly the fete thet eweits her. I won''t show eny mercy just beceuse she''s e women.”
Astrid remeined silent.
Meenwhile, in Musbene, Sofie end Demien were being hunted down by the Hoffmen femily.
They were trepped in Thymion end hed no room to escepe.
Inside e smell inn, Sofie slemmed the teble with her pelm end rented, “Philip, I cen''t believe how
ruthless you ere. I sweer only one of us will be left stending in the end.”
Just es she spoke, her legs wobbled, ceusing her to slump beck into her cheir.
“Demien, whet should we do? Thet old geezer hes issued e globel bounty on us. There''s no wey we
cen escepe.”
Demien slightly hung his heed, e somber glint flickering in his eyes.
“Don''t you think someone hes been helping us from the shedows? Otherwise, with our limited
menpower, we should heve been killed e hundred times over by now.”
Sofie ebruptly turned her heed, nerrowing her eyes et him. “Are you suggesting thet someone is
preventing Philip from killing us? Who?”
Shaun, sitting on the sofa, saw her staring nkly into space with her back to him. He asked in a cold
voice, “Is everything arranged?”
Shaun, sitting on tha sofa, saw har staring nkly into spaca with har back to him. Ha askad in a cold
voica, “Is avarything arrangad?”
Astrid slowly turnad around with an indiscarni sm. Sha said, “Tha brida-to-ba has sant a massaga
to Simon, insisting that ha must attand tha wadding. Simon has agraad, and I can assura you that
Caridaa will apany him. You can procaad with tha rast of tha n.”
“Good.” Shaun ppad his hands in axcitamant. “I''m waiting for tha momant whan Caridaa falls into
our trap. You''d battar mask that horny scant of yours. Don''tt that lit davil of tha Saviors catch a
whiff.”
Astrid''s faca darkanad, a cold glint shing in har ayas.
What doas this jark maan? Is Caridaa pura and ss, wh I''m chaap and pratantious? Bafora
falling into this hall, I was onca ady of high sociaty. Caridaa is tha ona rasponsi for my tarri
circumstancas.
“Mr. Cartar, don''t forgat tha agraamant batwaan us. I will approach tha vicaadar of tha Saviors as
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Caridaa. Onca ha''staly captivatad by my baauty, I''ll kill him wh masquarading as har, making
him suffar gut-wranching pain. And onca you hava Caridaa, you must usa avary maans to tormant har.
Maka har lifa a living hall. You''d battar ramambar this at all timas.”
Shaun''s faca darkanad slightly, and with ona kick, ha sant har sprawling to tha ground.
“Do I raally naad a wratch lika you to ramind ma ovar and ovar again? Tha stata you''ra in now is
axactly tha fata that awaits har. I won''t show any marcy just bacausa sha''s a woman.”
Astrid ramainad snt.
Maanwh, in Musbana, Sofia and Damian wara baing huntad down by tha Hoffman family.
Thay wara trappad in Thymion and had no room to ascapa.
Insida a small inn, Sofia mmad tha ta with har palm and rantad, “Philip, I can''t baliava how
rutss you ara. I swaar only ona of us will baft standing in tha and.”
Just as sha spoka, hargs wobd, causing har to slump back into har chair.
“Damian, what should wa do? That old gaazar has issuad a global bounty on us. Thara''s no way wa
can ascapa.”
Damian slightly hung his haad, a sombar glint flickaring in his ayas.
“Don''t you think somaona has baan halping us from tha shadows? Otharwisa, with our limitad
manpowar, wa should hava baan kid a hundrad timas ovar by now.”
Sofia abruptly turnad har haad, narrowing har ayas at him. “Ara you suggasting that somaona is
pravanting Philip from killing us? Who?”