My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

“Me?” Debra muttered.

Edgar held no personal grudge against Liza. The only person he hated there was Debra.

She was the only reason for his downfall.

“Yes, you,” Edgar replied. “You’re full of tricks, and I don’t trust you. If you don’t take her place, I won’t let her go.”

Debra laughed, “Then don’t let her go. The Eatons are not after me anyway. And a little heads–up. If I get a scratch, Marion will make you pay a heavy price.”

Before Edgar could respond, she continued, “Well, I can go over and take her place.”

Edgar’s eyes narrowed, and she added, “Relax! I might be able to fend off a couple of amateurs, but against you? I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Edgar scoffed, “At least you’re self–aware.”

Only then did he cut Liza loose. The marks on her skin were deep. For someone who had lived a life of luxury and privilege, the humiliation was unbearable.

glared at Edgar, eager to slap him, but the cold steel of his gun kept her

down the deserted road, the GPS tracker on his dashboard guiding him closer to Debra’s

been uneasy about letting Debra meet Liza alone, and his instincts had proven right. The moment he noticed her GPS signal moving

the cupholder, and he answered without taking his eyes off

men should

“None.”

suspiciously near the Legacy Hotel. He’s not just holding Mrs. Houston;

been planning this. She’s drawing him

his head. Debra was too self–dependent. He just hoped

That’s all,” he said, hanging up

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Mansion, the

back anymore. “Boss, are we just

“Why should we get

Bernard, did. If something happens to her because we didn’t intervene, people will talk. They’ll say