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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I chose to be with a man stronger than you. What part of that is

spoken with such conviction, left Maxwell

stood behind Chiara, smirking

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Yeringham. Though he was rich, he had never been on the same level as the heirs of the Four Great Aristocratic

been someone he could only look up

Maxwell was nothing more than a loser, a pathetic stray dog at his feet. Even his wife

Gautier, this moment was an unparalleled sense of triumph–validation for everything he had done, proof that

roared, “Otto, what the hell are you waiting for? Break this b*stard’s d*mn legs!

“Yes, Mr. Maxwell!”

he had received his master’s command, he

disciple, who was also crippled? This would be an easy victory. But to his surprise, Chiara suddenly intervened–to

several moves, yet neither could gain the upper hand. Otto, an

you continue to stand in my way, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!” Otto’s expression turned

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

won’t let you lay a hand on Mr. Verkade!” Chiara

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

Maxwell insane.

Take them both down!” Maxwell

into claws as he leaped forward like an eagle swooping down on its prey, aiming straight

felt a twinge of

counter his attack. But inside this

“Chiara Bear, watch out!”

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arms while simultaneously launching Dragon’s Reversal Essence with his free

Boom!

attacks collided

body, but he managed to tear into Gautier’s arm, drawing blood. Bright red droplets splattered

gasped

concern turned Maxwell’s face an ugly shade