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.

at Edgar, eager to slap him, but the cold steel of

Marion sped down the deserted road, the GPS tracker

Liza alone, and his instincts had proven right. The moment he noticed her GPS

he answered without

many men should we

“None.”

here and was seen acting suspiciously near the Legacy Hotel. He’s not

drawing him out. Too

Debra was too self–dependent. He just hoped she could learn to rely on him

all,” he said, hanging up

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the Lowe Mansion, the

anymore. “Boss, are we

“Why should we get involved? Debra didn’t call me, did

did. If something happens to her because we didn’t intervene, people will