Her Billionaire Husband

She turned to the man beside her and asked, “Quinn, don’t you find her beauty irritating? Wouldn’t everything be resolved if she ruined her appearance?”

“Ruined her appearance?” Antheena murmured, her gaze fixed on Veronica Murphy’s exquisitely beautiful face. She had flawless features, rosy lips, and a distinct Eastern charm. Her cold demeanor added an unapproachable allure to her.

“You’re quite mischievous, Quinn,” Antheena said, playfully poking his well-built abs. “But it’s actually a good idea.” She gave him a thumbs up in approval.

Then, she turned around, her red lips forming a smile. “Did you hear that?” Antheena pointed at the fruit knife embedded in the wooden wine cabinet with her slender finger. “If you ruin your own appearance today, I promise not to pursue Matthew Kings. Consider it as fulfilling your request.”

Veronica Murphy felt that this was more of a challenge than a request. Remaining calm, she turned her head slightly and calmly looked at the fruit knife. Walking over, she pulled it out of the wine cabinet.

Antheena had good skills, as the fruit knife was embedded a few centimeters deep, requiring some force to remove it.

the blade. “It’s a shame to see blood on such a nice knife.” She

walked towards the suite without looking back. In the living room, Antheena and the two male

you dare to walk out that door, there will be no chance of redemption. Not only will you die, but Matthew Kings will also die. And of course,

Murphy paused for a moment at the door, her face momentarily turning ugly. Then, she smiled and said, “I’ll see

the door and walked out of the living room without looking back. She had come here today to test Antheena’s determination. Since her determination was so firm, it meant that there

Murphy drove back to her own hotel, freshened up, and lay down on the bed. However, she couldn’t fall asleep. She

Antheena’s father had already taken action against Metric Technology,

assistants. Otherwise, she would have been in a very difficult situation. In the early morning, Eleanor Gomez came

who had only slept for a little over an hour, got up and walked to the living room, opening the door to see Eleanor Gomez standing outside with a cane. She yawned and greeted