Chapter 4

On the eleventh day, after he had meticulously planned her fake ‘murder,‘ they actually went and secretly got their marriage license.

What a twist of fate!–

Whitney froze, a suffocating agony drowning her, hate that was bone–deep, and a coldness that splashed from the depths of her eyes.

The past taunted her like a sharp sword.

“Whitney, I will definitely marry you. You’ll soon be Mrs. Perlman.”

“Whitney, you’re a genius. Help Monica with her draft one more time; she must win the jewelry competition!”

“We’ll get the license after the wedding. Don’t worry, I won’t betray you.”

After the wedding, huh? But he wanted her dead!

The tight grip on her palm was released by the man standing beside her, his tall figure casting a cool shadow. He asked her, “Need a few minutes?”

Whitney pressed her pale lips together and shook her head.

A clerk politely ushered them inside.

It only took two minutes to get the license. Whitney glanced at the man working busily in the chair, then at the marriage certificate. His name in the document had only one initial: L.

Domineering, indifferent, perfunctory.

What kind of marriage was this? It seemed the license was just a way to bind her and to appease the old lady.

She knew nothing about him, nor did she know whom she had truly married.

Suddenly, Whitney spotted Simon and Monica entering another office. Monica took her purse to the restroom.

Whitney’s lips curled into a cold smirk, and she said to L, “I have something to take care of.”

Felix, the man’s assistant, looked at Whitney’s retreating figure and asked the man quietly, “Sir?”

gaze never left his work, only

the restroom, crushed it into water, and smeared it all over the paper. She stuffed it into

city hall, Whitney asked the driver to

seconds, a delicate figure tumbled down the steps in

Simon ran towards her.

paper and said with a trembling voice, “Look… This is the horoscope for a ghost marriage, with Whitney’s name written in blood! It just appeared in my purse. Is Whitney coming back for revenge?”

of the bloody paper, helping Monica

scared…” Monica’s eyes

phone. The pain from her

her ear. “Harsh? Whitney was born to shield

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it, the truth cut like a knife. From

in a cold smile. The appetizer was served; the entrée would

blood and deep vengeance, she would claim it all back, everything that

her hand back. “Mr. L, we can drive

The man beside her divided a fraction of his attention from his work

Whitney’s resolve falter, and the tears she had been holding back threatened to

me rub it for you.” He frowned, rubbing her hand gently,

gazed at this noble man, who commanded, “I don’t care what you’re planning; just make sure you keep

a transaction, after all. Whitney did not expect

a haven, and this marriage

said as

retreating figure, then told the driver, “Please take

funeral home, Yvonne tore the blood–stained paper with a scoff, “It’s just lipstick and water, a childish prank. Who are

knew

company’s people have turned to us, she might still have a friend or

the media that all of Whitney’s

and she can’t come back,” Preston stated with

her composure, a triumphant

afternoon, the

Valentine family was a well–known dynasty in Banyan City. Everyone knew about Whitney Valentine, a business prodigy and

as her

core.

as she made a call from a public phone. Even with nothing to her

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