Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 722

Her hand trembled as she pulled a plastic-wrapped substance from her pocket, hesitating.

A cold voice spoke from behind her. "You don't have much time left anyway. Think about your mother in the hospital. You can't earn enough money for her treatment while you're alive, but after you're dead, someone will take care of her."

The woman turned around shakily, her face pale as she looked at the woman behind her. "Will you really do what you promised?"

"Why wouldn't we? Don't forget who you're dealing with. She never breaks her word, and this small amount of money means nothing to her." The woman behind her said mockingly.

Finally, the thin woman swallowed hard and opened the plastic bag, sprinkling its contents evenly over the steak. She carefully placed the napkin around her collar and forced a smile.

She had never eaten such fine Western food before. This steak was worth thousands. Who would have thought she'd enjoy such a meal before dying?

She picked up her phone again and looked at a photo of herself with her mother. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "Dad, I'm coming."

She set down her phone, poured the wine, and took a small sip.

knife and fork, she cut a small piece and put it in her mouth. She

showed no impatience,

at last, the woman ate the final piece

smile, the

woman behind her shuddered. With fear in her eyes, she slowly approached

"Ah!"

drained of color. Quickly noticing the plastic bag,

face was covered in

bother wiping them away but walked

let out a piercing scream that

Is anyone there?

and penetrating. Hotel staff appeared

pointed back at the person slumped over the table, her face pale with fright and tears streaming down

woman's pulse, and within minutes, he stopped someone who was

wrong. Moving the body now would destroy the scene. With a grave expression, he took out his phone and called both an ambulance and the police, while instructing