My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

hapter 269

The room was shrouded in darkness, with not a single shard of light piercing the gloom. As the agent swung open the door, a foul stench assaulted his senses, making him recoil. The space was a mess, littered with trash and clutter, barely fit for human habitation.

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It was hard to believe anyone could endure such conditions fr than a minute, yet Michael had been holed up here for four interminable days.

*Michael. Pull yourself together,” the agent commanded, stepping into the room and hauling Michael up from the floor.

Michael’s eyes were vacant, devoid of their usual spark.

“Michael, listen to me,” the agent urged. “The Frazier Group has changed hands. Do you understand? You need to clean up and head to

the company right now. The big boss wants to see you. Do you hear me?

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voice was a raspy croak, as if he hadn’t drunk any water for days. “Where

Michael. You need to

“Dead? Says who?”

that enough to say she’s dead?” the agent replied in frustration. “What you need

Michael turned his head away,

nymore.

xhubbai? You know, M. Fraser has sold the company to the Meaney droup it’s been acquired,

to look at the agent Who wants to

it be?” the agent replied. “Tracy,

of that name, Michael seemed to come

in arranging for a makeup artist and stylist. Within an hour, Michael was

to see you alone. Just go

could explain further, Michael fixed his eyes on

and recognized him as Debra’s assistant, who had frequently

there further confirmed a speculation in his

reached the top floor, Michael glanced at the door to the