A deal with the devil

Chapter 22

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The renate wought–iron gates swing open, and a sleek Maybach slowly rolled out from Inside Moore Man

Sampel spotted her immediately. His pare locked with Shirley’s.

Shirley’s heart clenched rightly as it seized by an unseen hand without hesitation, she slum ed her foot down on the accelerator, swerving her car directly into the Maybach’s path to block

The driver slammed on the bakes. However, uses were cut short as he recognized Shillay through the windshield. His frustration quickly dissolved into uneasy silence.

The abrupt stop had caused Sophia to hit her head against the window, and she cried out in pain

Samuel’s face darkened with concern as he carefully checked Sophia over. Only after ensuring she was unharmed did he turn back to Shirley. His typically composed features were tinged with irritation “Shirley, what is in now?

Just last night, she had come to inform him about her supposed wedding, and now, hear she was again. It only confirmed his suspicion that her announcement had been al

Shirley reversed her car slightly to create space, retrieved a box from her passenger seat, and extended it toward him through the open window. “This is the prosthetic leg I ordered for you last month in Newlandia. It’s already been paid for with your money.”

Hettone was can almost unnaturally so

the box, but Shirley held

glanced up at her.

night before had hidden her weariness, but

was unmistalate.

shadowed her eyes, making her look both fragile and

say but no words to voice

frowned. The sight of her stirred something deep and unsettling within him “Sharlay, I’m on my way to the airport. If there’s something you want, say it now. Whatever it is, I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

would already be too late by the time he

her eyes shifted to the woman seated beside him, the words

no longer her. The man she had fought to protect for six years had chosen to abandon her. All the pain and the beartache she had worked

agony and

was Samuel who let go first. He turned away and said in a cold voice, “Shirley, let’s part ways peacefully. Don’t make this harder

tapped the back of the driver’s seat. The car started

a mocking me. What had she been expecting?

even if he stayed,

could the possibly ignore the pain

she couldn’t help herself. This had been their