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.

slap him, but the cold steel of his gun

down the deserted road, the GPS tracker on his dashboard

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

and he answered without taking his eyes off the

how many men

“None.”

acting suspiciously near the Legacy Hotel. He’s not just holding Mrs. Houston; he’s got Miss

she’s been planning this. She’s drawing him out. Too many people will only

Debra was too self–dependent. He just hoped she could

he

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are we just going

remained indifferent. “Why should we get involved? Debra didn’t call me,

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