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

but Shirley held on tightly and

up at her.

the night before had hidden her

was unmistalate.

Her face had become sharper, and her eyes larger against her pale complexion Dark circles shadowed her eyes, making her look both fragile and devastatingly beautiful. Hri gare was raw and unguarded, filled with

much to say but no words to voice t

within him “Sharlay, I’m on my way to the airport. If there’s something you

too late by the

eyes shifted to the woman seated beside him,

side was 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 so hard to shield him from had now been inflicted

agony and utter

end, it 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 than it needs to be. Keep the box. I don’t want it. Throw it

the driver’s seat. The car started moving

a mocking me. What had she been expecting? She already knew there was nothing left

if he stayed, they could never go

possibly ignore the

couldn’t help herself. This had been their