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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croak, as if he hadn’t drunk

the harsh truth. “Ms. Frazier is dead, Michael. You need to let go. I know you’re

“Dead? Says who?”

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

Michael turned his head away,

nymore.

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

Michael turned to look at

the agent replied.

Michael seemed to come alive. The agent was

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

you alone. Just go in,” the agent said.

fixed his eyes on

before and

there further confirmed a

the door