Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 144 Do Not Tolerate the Impudence of a Gardner

Carter allowed me to do as I wished, though it would've been easy for the bodyguards to step in and separate us. However, he chose to let the situation unfold a little longer, prolonging the discomfort for everyone involved. After a moment, he put on a reluctant expression and said, "This is blocking the view. Damian, close the

door."

"Of course, Mr. Bolton, Damian answered with a respectful tone, pulling the door shut and leaving the chaos to play out behind it.

Carter then addressed the room. I apologize for the disturbance. Today was meant to celebrate my wife and me registering our marriage. We never expected such an incident. When we hold our official wedding. we hope you'll all come and celebrate with us." "Mr. Bolton, you're too gracious. Wishing you and Mrs. Bolton a lifetime of happiness."

"Wish you a blissful marriage!"

There were quiet murmurs among the guests. "Ms. Gardner looks so much like that Sanders girl who passed away

"What a strange coincidence."

Remaining composed, Carter replied, "It's getting late, and I have some family matters to attend to. I hope you understand that we must excuse ourselves,"

With that, the guests began to leave, content with the evening.

Once the last of them had gone, the door opened.

Inside, chaos reigned.

Anna was still struggling in Adam and Ethan's grasp, her mind clearly disoriented. She kept snapping at Ethan in a desperate attempt to escape.

unwell. Take her to a room and have the

her."

Mr. Bolton," one of the staff

they exited, leaving only the

in tears, angrily striking Ashley, who was hastily trying to

Why are you doing this to me? You b*stard!"

flushed with rage, grabbed Ashley by the collar and slapped him

me of the time when Zoey discovered Ashley had been

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Tolerate the

it all. But Bill, ever nonchalant, had said, "He's just a man. Why are you fighting with your sister

someone

around, I

must have sensed my thoughts, especially since Zoey's deepest wish had always been to gain her

hand

head. "I'm fine, Mom. But this is

but feel sorry

Though we came from different backgrounds, our experiences were strikingly similar, and I could relate

from Bill's slap, couldn't handle the fury of a

shot me a venomous glare. "It was her. It was Zoey

and Sadie, now seething with anger, found her chance to