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?”

stunned, not expecting her to be so ruthless.

and didn’t

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

1/3

blood?”

if we drained all the

in. “Miss, don’t corner them. You’ll reap what

the more beautiful a woman is, the more malicious she will be. She doesn’t even respect others‘ lives.

more miserably. It seemed like they would be forced to sell blood. However, they

to help Daisy vent her anger. After achieving the goal, we could get our bags, just as Daisy had promised,” they

was more delighted. She planned to capture the video of Madison being scolded by the

smashed the vases, Regina seemed to have lost her

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

for a moment and continued, “Whether my items are genuine or not is none of their business, but they continuously attacked me, scolded me,

but they were aggressive the whole time. If I didn’t fight back, they would push their luck. So I accepted the bet they proposed. However, they demanded that I streak if my bag and scarl were genuine. I don’t know

list for being a streaker. If a woman gains such a title, what will her life become? Furthermore, this compensation was suggested by them.

know that people tend to favor the weak, but are the weak truly innocent? If tears could really elicit sympathy from everyone, I wouldn’t mind putting on a show,

words. Madison was right. They didn’t know the