Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 480 Poor Yvonne

Yvonne didn’t have her guard up against Conrad, so she had no idea that he loathed her to the core, and all this hatred stemmed from the fact that she fibbed to Zac about him before, which landed him in such a miserable situation.

To begin with, he disliked intimate acts between men, and of all things, he had turned into the person he hated the most. With this shame deeply etched into his bones, he couldn’t bring himself to forgive—or even accept—Yvonne.

After she drank the water, he held her in bed and continued embracing her until her mind gradually became confused. Then, he pulled away and kept her occupied with something else.

Before he entered the bathroom for a shower, he made a call to a person. “Bring them here.” “Okay, Mr. Kings,” the person on the other end answered and hung up.

After a long wait, half a dozen men showed up with camera equipment in the small lounge of the president’s office. Well-built and tall, these burly men looked like they had the brutish manner of a butcher.

Conrad swept his gaze past these men before him, smirked icily, and turned to leave the office without a word.

Then, he took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet in the office, opened it, and poured a drink. Finally, he paced to the French windows, stood there, and watched Bloomstead, the city that never sleeps.

Half of his plot was a success, but he felt no pleasure after having his revenge. In contrast, his heart felt heavier, and he wondered what he should do after he had his revenge on Yvonne. What now after this? How can I deal with Zac?

As long as Zac remained alive, his days would be dark, miserable, and hopeless. The cause of all of this was due to Yvonne; it was all her fault.

Laughter burst out from the lounge. “Everything aside, this chick is quite a stunner.”

“We struck a good deal today.” “That’s true! Ha!”

As the door to the small lounge was kept slightly ajar, he could hear all the voices inside clearly.

front of the windows and finished three bottles of wine, listening to the ceaseless noises from the room as his face remained

lasted for a few hours before everyone finally left. Everything was akin to a nightmare, but the person involved—Yvonne—knew nothing at all, and when she woke up,

“Ouch… it hurts…”

was soreness all over her body, especially one

saw Conrad, who was dressed neatly and standing at the windows, worry filled her mind,

you awake, Conrad? Are you… feeling

day before, she was perturbed that his body

and peered at Yvonne, who was on the

he would only find

“Okay.”

body was a little sticky, after all. Probably because it

up, wrapped herself in a towel, and went to the bathroom, but every step she took sent a

the ‘results’ of using too much force, but when she recalled how she was taking the initiative yesterday and

would make him feel

water run, and the second she felt the water, she took a deep breath

then changed into the clean clothing Conrad had prepared for her. Then, she pursed her pink lips and

that Conrad is unwell, but you were still so crazy. That’s really irresponsible of you, she chided herself. She silently vowed I’ll never ever go so ‘crazy’ with him

around and opened the window to air the room; all sorts of scents filled this room, and

you out for a meal.” He paced to her

to eat, and the next few days were the happiest

her time together with Conrad, basking in his affection and care, she literally felt that she

couldn’t turn down the pressure from him. He felt like a piece of meat on the chopping board and was utterly

by little, but he didn’t dare to speak a word about it. After Zac