Chapter 88
Marie nced at the man, whose hair was graying and had a kind face, but there was an imposing
presence in his eyebrows and eyes that made people unconsciously feel a bit fearful. This was Wren’s
father, Andrew Terry.
“Just now, the conversation with Mr. Whitney hadn’t finished, so naturally, I had to look for Mr. Whitney.
I didn’t expect that Mr. Whitney was in a hurry to leave to apany his lovelydy!” Andrew looked at
Marie and gave her a friendly smile.
Marie suddenly realized. Was Dennis going upstairs just now to discuss business with Andrew?
She smiled at Andrew as a way of greeting.
Andrew asked, “What should I call this youngdy?”
“Hello Mr. Terry, myst name is Spence,” Marie introduced herself very briefly.
Perhaps because she was with Dennis, Andrew didn’t show any dissatisfaction. “Hello, Ms.
Spence.”
“Mr. Terry, yton is more familiar with the business in France, you can talk to him directly,”
Dennis tactfully declined the conversation.
“Of course, of course. It’s just that Mr. Whitney rarely makes an appearance, and I wanted to
introduce a few friends to Mr. Whitney!” Andrew said with a grin.
His words had just fallen when a clear voice rang out behind him, “Daddy!”
Andrew turned and pulled Wren close to him, introducing her to Dennis, “This is Wren, the CEO of
Whitney Group, Ms. Spence.”
Wrenughed gracefully and said, “Hello, Mr. Whitney. Hello, Ms. Spence.”
Dennis nodded as a greeting, while Marie’s face stiffened, remaining silent.
How much self-control did she need to be able to stand here and make eye contact with Wren?
This woman, by her own hand, ended her life!
She hated her and was also afraid of her.
Who wouldn’t be afraid of someone who tortured themselves until their body was covered in
wounds?
She woke up countless times from nightmares, unable to control her trembling, her heart contracting in
pain.
She thought that once she had taken her revenge and killed Wren, it would all be over.
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In her handbag, she had Kate’s gun. All she had to do was shoot Wren in the heart, and it would all
be over.
At that moment, Wren suddenly raised his hand and waved towards Marie and Dennis’ backs.
“Seth!”
A loud boom echoed in Marie’s mind, as if a nuclear bomb had been thrown into her body, shattering
her numbness into pieces.
She felt a bit dazed, her ears filled with buzzing sounds, and her mind kept echoing Wren’s pleasant
voice saying “Seth.”
In this world, they only knew one Seth.
Seth…
The CEO of Rodger Group, the boss of Rodger Group’s underground organization, the man who had
apanied her for over a decade, Wren’s fiancé.
The man, wearing a dark blue suit and with a somewhat mixed-race face that made his features more
three-dimensional, stood almost at the same height as Dennis. He stood next to Wren and smiled at
her indulgently, saying, “Sorry, I’mte.”
Andrew introduced again, “Seth, this is the CEO of Whitney Group, Mr. Whitney. And this is the CEO of
Rodger Group, Seth, who is also Wren’s fiancé.”
Dennis paused for a moment, the name Seth seemed very familiar. When had he heard it before?
He turned his head to look at Marie, who was standing stiffly beside him like a lifeless doll, staring
motionlessly at the man named Seth.
He suddenly remembered the first time Marie got extremely drunk at the bar, and he took her back.
to the hotel.
She held a knife, crying and shouting that her Achilles tendon had been cut, her face had been.
shed, and her heart had been pierced by a bullet.
She clutched his clothes, repeatedly exining that she was not a traitor, and time and again
expressing her devotion and life-and-death experiences.
Finally, she cried with tears streaming down her face, and she said, “Seth, I’m so scared.”
Dennis didn’t know why he remembered everything so clearly that day, and why every word Marie had
said was etched in his mind.
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That night, the affectionate and dependent “Seth” tugged at his heart. Later, he investigated all of her
past but didn’t find anyone named Seth. He thought that Marie was just talking nonsense because she
was drunk.
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But now, a man stood in front of him, politely greeting him, saying, “Mr. Whitney, I’ve heard so much
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about you. I’m Seth.”
Dennis reached out his hand and gripped it tightly without realizing it. He introduced himself, saying,
“Dennis.”
Seth withdrew his hand, looked at Marie beside Dennis, and asked, “Who is this?”
Wren held Seth’s arm, smiling as she said, “This is Mr. Whitney’spanion, Ms. Spence.”
Seth, the gentleman, reached out his hand, intending to perform a hand-kissing gesture, but Marie did
not ce her hand in his palm for a while. Seth did not get angry; he courteously lowered his hand and
greeted her with a smile, “Ms. Spence, hello.”
Marie still didn’t speak, she felt like she was in a persistent vegetative state with only
consciousness.
Her inner turmoil screamed and shouted wildly, but she was unable to give the outside world any
more response.
She just stood there, staring nkly, her fingers tightly gripping her purse, with so much force that her
fingertips turned white. Her eyes were unblinking as she watched Seth and Wren.
What a well-matched couple they were, both talented and good-looking. They should be getting
married soon, right?
But since Seth had already made a decision, why did he bother her?
In countless midnight dreams, she saw Seth by her side, teaching her how to shoot, apanying her
in boxing, walking with her, and weing her triumphant returns time and time again. He smiled as he
gently stroked her hair, as tender as the evening sun in Paris, and said, “Rose, you did
very well.”
Day after day ofpanionship made her fall deeper, she wanted to do better, to gain his affirmation
and praise, she wanted to reach the pinnacle, and stand by his side openly and
honorably.
Seth told her that soon, she could have her own name and identity, and be with him forever.
She believed it, and then what?
Then she was thrown to Brussels by Wren, with no remains.
The day after she woke up in Marie’s body, Seth and Wren got engaged.
Those sweet words, those gentle gazes, those unbeatable achievements, and the countless scars on
her body suddenly became the biggest joke.
All of this was nothing but a lie, and she, she was always the sharpest knife in Seth’s hand and the
mostpetent pawn.
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She hadn’t thought about Seth for a very long time. She wanted revenge and only wanted to kill Wren.
If Seth tried to stop her, she would take revenge on him as well.
But she didn’t expect that they would meet again so soon.
She originally thought she wouldn’t have any emotions or feelings, but now, it was as if she had lost her
tongue, unable to even say aplete “hello.”
Dennis’ face couldn’t be described as just unwell anymore. He gripped Marie’s hand so tightly that he
almost broke her wrist, but Marie seemed not to feel any pain and showed no reaction.
This damn woman, she had never looked at him like this before!
From the moment this man named Seth appeared, Marie seemed to have lost her soul!
Seth turned his head and met Marie’s gaze, his heart quivering slightly.
This woman, in her clear eyes, mixed with hatred, entanglement, and apanied by despair and
sadness.
She stared at him, as if she had a thousand words to say.
Her half-exposed face was exquisitely perfect, with seductive red lips that unconsciously reminded him
of that person, the one who had apanied him for many years.
He was somewhat curious about what the woman under the mask looked like.
“Ms. Spence, have we met before?” Seth asked.
Dennis hugged Marie tightly, his actions even somewhat rough. That evening, this was the second
person to ask Marie such a question. How many people had she actually met?
Dennis met Seth’s gaze. “Was Mr. Rodgers hitting on my femalepanion?”
Seth smiled kindly and said, “We were just chatting, Mr. Whitney. Please don’t misunderstand.”
Marie thought, Who could have imagined that this seemingly polite gentleman had blood on his hands
from many people?
Bang!
The harmonious atmosphere in the hall was suddenly interrupted by the sound of gunshots, forcibly
pulling Marie’s thoughts back. She was startled, wondering if it was Emory and the others.