Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 2257 Caught in the Act, but the Tables Turn!

“Oh my!” Chiara gasped in shock.

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At this moment, she was completely exposed–without a single piece of clothing on her! Her flawless, porcelain–like figure was priceless. How could she allow just anyone to see it?

At that, she instinctively reached for her clothes to cover herself, but in the next instant, shock and fear froze her movements, for the man standing at the door was none other than the husband she thought was dead.

“M–Maxwell? You’re alive?!” Chiara’s voice trembled.

Maxwell’s expression twisted between fury and greed as he took in the sight of her bare skin. Then, his anger exploded.

He had restrained himself for three years, never once touching this masterpiece of a woman. And now, she was sneaking around, sharing her body with another man. In a hotel room!

A searing rage engulfed him—he felt like he was being burned alive by the fires of betrayal.

“Chiara Lannister, you unfaithful wh*re! So, the last three years–you’ve just been pretending?!” Maxwell pointed at her, stepping forward with unbridled fury.

Behind him, Otto also couldn’t help but steal a few greedy glances.

This was one of the Four Beauties of Zovince–countless men had fantasized about her body day and night.

Tsk, tsk… That figure, those proportions, that smooth skin, those curves… Absolutely perfect. No wonder men lost their minds over her.

But at the end of the day, Chiara was not an ordinary woman. She quickly regained her composure, suppressing her initial panic. Casually, she slipped on an outer garment to cover herself–she wouldn’t let just anyone keep staring at her.

But this action only infuriated Maxwell even more.

So, her body is something this crippled b*stard can see, but not her husband by law?!

“You b*tch! I’m going to kill you!”

Maxwell, overwhelmed by rage, lunged at her, his hands aiming straight for her throat. But he had overlooked one crucial fact–he was no match for Chiara!

With a single swift kick, she sent him crashing to the ground. Pointing at him, she berated, “Don’t push your luck, Maxwell Zelinsky! If you can’t have me, don blame others–blame yourself!”

Maxwell stared at her in disbelief.

“I’ve always told you–I don’t like weak men,” Chiara declared with absolute confidence. “I said that when you become the patriarch of the Four Great Aristocratic Families or someone of even greater power, then I will willingly be yours!

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had been nothing more than the son of a wealthy business family from Yeringham. Though he was rich,

then, Maxwell had been someone he could

dog at his

unparalleled sense of triumph–validation for everything he had done, proof that his ruthless ambition had

hell are you waiting for? Break this b*stard’s d*mn legs! And restrain this disloyal sl*t—I’ll teach her how

“Yes, Mr. Maxwell!”

this moment. Now that he had received his

who was also crippled? This would be an easy

gain the upper hand. Otto, an S+ Rank fighter, was stunned

Zelinsky, if you continue to stand in my way, don’t blame me

mastered the Lannister family’s martial arts techniques. In terms of skill, he might not surpass her, but he was

let you lay a hand on Mr.

Gautier’s smirk deepened. He didn’t need to say a word–his

Maxwell insane.

stop wasting time! Kill that b*stard! Take them both down!”

hesitated. His hands formed into claws as he leaped forward like an eagle swooping down on its

a twinge

an open combat arena, she would have ad plenty of ways to counter his attack. But inside this confined room, with Gautier behind her, she had no room to

“Chiara Bear, watch out!”

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moment, Gautier made his move. He pulled Chiara into his arms while simultaneously launching Dragon’s Reversal Essence with his free hand to

Boom!

collided with

managed to tear into Gautier’s arm, drawing blood. Bright

Chiara gasped

concern turned Maxwell’s face an ugly shade