My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 82

Seeing Neville’s grim face. Madison seemed to sober up a lot. She pushed away Ethan’s hand and struggled to stand upright.

Neville strode over to Madison, grasped her wrist, and roughly pulled her towards the door. Madison was dragged along. about to rebuke him when he spoke up in fury. “If you want to stay and get Ethan to drink you under the table, feel free to speak up!”

Madison knew that although she had a business relationship with Ethan, it seemed likely they would cross paths often in the fiture. However, if she were forcibly taken away by Neville, that would be another matter. She seemed to acquiesce to Neville’s actions but didn’t want to be led around by him. She tried to pull her hand back but found his grip ironclad, impossible to escape. As they neared the door, Ethan’s voice came from behind. “Neville, Miss Guzman is no longer your wife, but my esteemed guest. Aren’t you going too far by taking her away like this?”

Neville felt he hadn’t punished Ethan enough. He turned and kicked the table directly. Bottles and glasses shattered, liquor splashed everywhere, drenching everyone nearby. The bottle in front of Ethan, just opened, made him suffer the most. His bruised face was instantly washed with red wine, stinging fiercely

Neville coldly said, “Even if it’s something I don’t want, it’s none of your business, Ethan!”

The onlookers regarded Madison with a hint of amusement in their expressions. Madison suddenly felt a lump in her throat. Exerting all her strength, she withdrew her fingers from Neville’s grip and stumbled out. Neville caught up with her. grabbing her slender shoulder, teeth gritted, saying. “Didn’t I warn you? You can go find any man you want, but Ethan is absolutely off-limits. He is just interested in you because of me!”

Smack! Madison slapped Neville across the face, eyes reddening. “Neville, do you always see me as so despicable

but she is also provoking me repeatedly. I have never been slapped by a woman before, and she broke that precedent. Yet, seeing Madison’s tearful eyes, he strangely felt a lump in his throat. He couldn’t help but compromise in his mind, ‘Forget it. A real man doesn’t quarrel with women.” Then he

knew she couldn’t panic right now. If Neville really found out everything about Jeremy, he wouldn’t come rushing to find her. Pretending to have a headache from drinking, she leaned her head against the wall and softly said, “You don’t

and you’re the only woman I’ve slept

touched her. Who would believe it? If it weren’t for knowing how good Alison was, you wouldn’t have repeatedly called out her name during the nights we spent together back then. Then, Madison spoke up. “Mr. Preston, you should know better than anyone who you’ve slept with. Besides, this child looks about five years old. If that boy was truly mine, I probably would have said something three years ago. Would I need to go to such lengths

was speaking the truth. If she really had his child, she could easily use the child to tie him. down. Even if he loathed her, he would still spare her a

you’re overthinking it.

saw Neville, she became p r i c k l , which made him feel a bit frustrated. He abruptly released her fingers and instead gripped her wrist. “Come with me. This isn’t

gave him a flirting smile. “Since when did Mr. Preston care so much about my affairs?

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strode back to her. I don’t have a habit of looking back, but based on our past acquaintance, I’ll advise you a few

she immediately called Ariel. “Ariel, keep a close eye on Jeremy recently. Don’t let him step foot off Warcana Island!” She made up her mind

the layover, the mother and son had reached a silent agreement. As soon as he

of the surveillance footage before Madison could act. She

brushed past her, and he drove away. without acknowledging her. Alison, feeling embarrassed by his indifference, stood frozen in