My Husband Is A Gary Stu

y Stu

Chapter 987

Evangeline's patience snapped, and she abruptly slapped Johanna across the face once again.

“You despicable woman!” Evangeline seethed, her entire body quivering with fury.

Suddenly, she pulled a handgun out of her purse. She removed the safety and aimed it at Johanna.

“Ms. Evangeline! Please don't shoot!” Anne was almost on her knees as she pleaded, “Punishing her is enough. If anything happens to her, Mr. Osborn will flip his lid.”

Evangeline snapped, “How dare she taunt and insult me! I'm going to kill her!”

Cold sweat beaded on Johanna's back, yet she assumed an air of nonchalance and smiled. “Do you dare to pull the trigger? Go ahead then! I'm still going to be with Osborn even in my next life!”

Her bet paid off. Evangeline suddenly thought she was giving Johanna an easy way out by killing her.

“Tie her up and throw her to the wolves in the forest!” Evangeline yelled her order at the housemaids in the castle. When they did not act immediately, she barked, “What are you all standing around for? Tie her up! I bear full responsibility if anything happens to her. I'm Osborn's fiancee for heaven's sake! He can't possibly get mad at me over this despicable b*tch!”

Alas, Evangeline threatened to shoot the housemaids if they did not tie Johanna up. Left with no choice, they hurriedly restrained Johanna under rounds of thick rope.

before declaring, “Leave her in Harondell

was a neglected forest not far from Zephyr's castle. It teemed with wild

survive a night in the

plead for mercy, Evangeline slapped

threw Johanna into the

the backseat. Evangeline's slaps seemed to have knocked

news piece to Chanaean at her office desk when loud noises outside disrupted her

window, shocked to notice that the sky

if it would rain. The thought had barely

the office instantly turned

rain,” whined a female colleague as she put

Genevieve standing beside the window, she asked, “Have you finished translating the news,

to her seat and emailed the translated digital news

was proficient in the relevant jargon in both languages, the editor read through her piece once and posted it to the company's news site without

work and began packing

pouring when she left the building. Alas, she had left the office too late, and all the shared umbrellas in the boxes

sighed, regretting her decision not to

entrance and ask for a lift from any colleagues who happened