Matriarch Farrell did not have an attack immediately. She asked, “Excuse me, is Holden here?”

The girl asked, “Who is it? Who is looking for me?”

Holden happened to come out of the bathroom. He had just finished taking a shower.

He was wiping his hair with a dry towel when he heard the question.

Holden was dumbfounded when he saw Matriarch Farrell standing at the door.

He thought he had been dazzled, so he quickly wiped his eyes, and when he looked again, he still saw Matriarch Farrell’s face, no matter how well-maintained it was, still showing signs of the vicissitudes of time.

“Honey, the lady is looking for you.” The girl turned her body away and said to Holden:

She actually guessed a possibility in her heart: Holden’s wife came here.

The girl didn’t care. Matriarch Farrell just came to her door. She didn’t know how many first wives had come to her door and torn her apart. As long as she didn’t find a man in the upper-class circle, the real financial backer behind her would not know.

Who told her that her sponsor didn’t come to see her very often? She was aware that she was surrounded by women and that she might not remember them. Fortunately, her pocket money was not taken away, and she could still see that sponsor’s mistress. She lives up to her reputation by convincing others that she was one of the benefactor’s favorite women, so no one dared to k*ll her.

are you

face turned pale, and he stammered as he asked

hand holding the towel

a few days

at the door of

wife caught him cheating

shaking. Suddenly, he turned to point at the girl who had lit a cigarette and was puffing away smoke and said, “Wife, it was she

much. You give me expensive gifts every day, treat me to dinner, please me in every way, and give me a lot of pocket money. It’s you who shamelessly pursue me, so I do this. How can you say I seduced you when

and handsome

refuted Holden’s words. She came over, blew out a puff of smoke at Holden, and then said to Matriarch Farrell, “Are you his wife? You are so old. Your husband thinks you are old

Don’t stare at me. I’m XX’s mistress. Your husband

the girl squeezed

sudden move and grabbed the girl’s wrist. With a

“Pop!”

a

Farrell didn’t care whose mistress this b*tch was; he’d

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