Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 189

Sherry thought Olivia was acting strangely, but she didn’t probe further.

“Then let’s leave early tomorrow morning. We’re not even sure if we can find that girl.”

Then, Sherry’s eyes suddenly gleamed with mischief.“What if we make Rita lead us straight to the body? Wrap this up in one go.”

I snorted.“That ‘what if belongs in a crime. drama, Miss Lawyer.”

She hooked her arm around my neck and told me her plan.“What do you think? It’s gonna

work, isn’t it?”

I pondered for a moment.“If you put it that way, I think it’s worth a try.”

“Then let’s do it!”

Sherry finished her orange juice.“I’ll go find Madame Huang now! Our original plan holds, upgraded version activated–success or fail, we swing! Come on!”

☐ – 15:21

99.5%

< Chapter 189

签到得阅币

She put on her suit and rushed out, looking like she was about to crack the old woman’s

skull.

Friday passed peacefully. I even had the leisure to order a small cake and have afternoon tea. My boss didn’t come to the company in the morning and only appeared with Zach at 1 PM. He stayed in his office and didn’t call for me. It was arguably the most relaxing day of the week for me.

date tomorrow, so

work, while I was driving past a pharmacy, I remembered that hadn’t

the borrowed

and bought

Gary before

for you. Thank

“For me?”

accepted the paper bag, confusion knitting his brows as he

15:21

99.5%

< Chapter 189

签到得阅市

Antacids?” Why is Olivia

the medicine Cody bought for you. I thought you might still need

recollection as he patted his forehead.“Oh, right, right, I remember. I’d asked him to fetch these. Old age turns my brain to sieve lately. Father time has a cruel sense of

care of

know, but you can’t fight time’s

bit back commentary on the “little pranks” requiring enemas and cardiac tonics. Managing Mr. Jones

from inside. He stood framed

15:21

99.5%

< Chapter 189

签到得阅币

pair of non–prescription

perched on his aristocratic

into something far more dangerous–a scholar–prince casually thumbing through

quickly greeted him,

gaze flickering between Gary’s medicine bag and my face. Then, he

a noncommittal hum.

his book, lamplight gilded the sharp line of his jaw.