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Chapter 77

Chapter 77

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If it hadn’t been for the sake of his old friend, Curtis would have kicked Maurice, Tina, and Harriet out long before they started causing trouble.

So there they went, sulking away through the wilderness. They couldn’t catch a ride and had to trek it on foot.

As they walked, Tina complained about her aching feet in her high heels. “Mr. Ramirez could’ve at least sent a car for us. If I hurt my feet, I’ll never hear the end of it from those other ladies tomorrow.”

The high–society women were all about perfection; none of them would let a single flaw slide.

Maurice was getting fed up with her constant whining. “You spend all day chattering about petty things like this! When are you going to start caring about the company?”

“What do you mean ‘when‘? I care plenty! All this effort to connect with the socialites is to get their husbands to help you out. If you had any ambition, I wouldn’t have to work this hard!” Tina felt completely justified in her frustration

But barely had the words left her mouth when Maurice slapped her hard, sending her tumbling to the ground. “Say that again?!”

He stood over her, his expression dark and menacing. Tina was stunned, her heart racing as she looked up.

In the dimming light, she suddenly realized that while she was still living a life of luxury, her husband had grown thinner and more sullen, his cheeks hollow and his demeanor almost sickly.

“Hubby…” she called out, her voice trembling, scared to even express her anger.

Maurice felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and pulled it out. His heart dropped as he saw a flood of text messages from various banks, all rejecting his loan applications.

‘What’s happening?‘ he thought. Just when he had let off some steam and felt a bit of relief, everything went dark before his eyes, and he staggered back a couple of steps.

“Dad, are you okay?” Harriet rushed over to support him, her voice shaky, clearly frightened after witnessing the earlier

scene.

remembered Warren’s connections with the banks. He had only been able to secure loans previously because Warren had pulled strings for him. Now, with all the banks suddenly refusing

echoed in his mind: ‘Be prepared to pay the price! In a sudden rash decision, he grabbed Harriet and swung her

head hit a rock, blood pouring

screaming, “Maurice, have you lost

to marry you and raise a child that isn’t even mine!

the hell taught you to scheme against Warren?

in the mountains quickly grew silent,

the jungle. At first, they could still see traces of the military search about three to four

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my age of how worry, and the undertrush was tall and dense, being

instruments show there’s a large wwamp dured, and we’ve rounded by threaty Crony. This isn’t part of the

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knot is unused; Michaets voir wuddenly called ow from the other side.

from her tree and headed in

slope with a wild orchid on top, and she could unell is fresh fragres the apod. The lowers had all been picked, but a piece of torn cloth was tied to one of the waves, looking like it was ripped from

was surprisingly Warren. Toe wen that koue before the will’s forget the lace band that had been tied to his arm while he was unconscious and Weeding wored men and the gunfire by a steady

him in a confused state, instinctively pulling, at his part leg

to their trail now! Quinlys reminded

nodded and took the lead, spreading

normal levels, making it tough for an average person to handle. She

suddenly spoke up hesitantly. “Quinlyn, so it was you who saved me back there?

and saw him looking awkward, glancing at his head. “Have you been to the

to himself, “That

an insult, making him feel even more uncertain. He scratched his head and

with a nod, accepting his

“So can we be friends now? I’ve always thought you were

see Quinlyn because he mostly