My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 34

Seeing that public opinion had turned against Madison, the girls cried more pitifully.

The more they acted like this, the louder the accusations against Madison became. It seemed like everyone had forgotten that it was the students who picked up the fight and Madison was the victim.

Micah clicked his tongue and said, “Neville, these girls aren’t simple. Your ex–wife has met her match.”

Neville was surrounded by a menacing aura. He didn’t know why he was so angry, and he wanted to sew these people’s mouths shut..

It seemed like Madison could only be bullied by him. If someone else bullied her, it made him feel irritated.

However, Neville was arrogant. Although Madison knew he was here, she never signaled for his help. If he stepped forward to defend her, he probably wouldn’t gain anything good. Instead, she might misunderstand him, thinking he still had lingering feelings for her.

When prey fell into a trap, they would treat the first person to rescue them as an accomplice in their capture and might even bite back. Only when they were exhausted would they show friendliness and gratitude.

Neville thought that when Madison couldn’t deal with the girls, she would ask for his help.

At that time, he would teach her how to deal with cunning people. For example, she should not give them a chance to retaliate.

Seeing Neville remain silent, Micah didn’t want to get involved in the matter. After all, he wanted to enjoy the show.

Faced with the aggressive crowd, Madison suddenly laughed lightly. Her eyes were cold, strangely charming, but her words were as sharp as a cold knife. “If selling blood can raise 4 million dollars, then you can go sell blood. Do you want me to contact medical personnel for you?”

expecting her

and didn’t

Kara, with red eyes, said, “How could you be so merciless? You actually suggest that

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blood?”

small amount. Even if we drained all

“Miss, don’t corner them. You’ll reap what you do. Just be

more beautiful a woman is, the more malicious she will be. She doesn’t

more miserably. It seemed like they would

face criticism. Our goal was to help Daisy vent her anger. After achieving the goal, we could get our bags, just as

in the corner, Daisy was more delighted. She planned

have

and said, “It seems you’ve misunderstood something. came here to shop, but these students deliberately poured yogurt on my head and picked a fight. I planned to let them go, but they got aggressive, accusing my

their business, but they continuously

push their luck. So I accepted the bet they proposed. However, they demanded that I streak if my bag and scarl

be on the trending list for being a streaker. If a woman gains such a title, what will her life become? Furthermore, this compensation

weak truly innocent? If tears could really elicit sympathy from everyone, I wouldn’t mind putting on a show, but

fell into silence after hearing Madison’s words. Madison was right. They didn’t know the