Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 24

Jason’s mind whirled with thoughts, ‘Only moments ago, I was fretting over Sophia’s health, ready to ask my assistant to arrange a bodyguard to escort her back to the villa. Then, in the blink of an eye, I receive a photo of her smiling and enjoying herself in another man’s mansion. Absurd. How ironic can life be?”

Jason asked, “Is the property registered under Oliver’s name?”

Eric flinched, lacking the courage to respond. He thought to himself, ‘Mr. Wilson’s expression is grim right now. Maybe he should take a moment to look in the mirror. People all believe Mrs. Wilson stole her cousin’s boyfriend and used evil means to climb the social ladder. They consider this is why Mr. Wilson is so disgusted by Mrs. Wilson that they seem like strangers despite being married. However, I don’t share the same thought. Mrs. Wilson had been missing for the past few days, and Mr. Wilson practically turned Cester City upside down searching for her. How can a man who gets jealous show no feelings for Mrs. Wilson? However, Mr. Wilson does lack emotional intelligence. I suspect he

wouldn’t realize if he had fallen in love with Mrs. Wilson.”

Jason scolded, “Reply to me. Are you on the mute mode or something?”

Jason’s scolding came into Eric’s ears, waking him up from thoughts. He hastily put the random thoughts behind him and replied, “That’s right. This property does belong to Mr. Clark. It took us several days to confirm it because of its extreme privacy”

Jason’s irritation flared at the words of “extreme privacy.” He wondered, ‘What kind of property requires such intense secrecy? It’s either for a man’s clandestine life or his secret lover. Either way, it reeks of scandalous intrigue.”

she’d been for the past few days at noon. Now that I have this evidence, it’s time to confront her. With that, he grabbed a few pictures

raised his hand and gave himself a light slap, warning himself, “Eric, be more adaptable next time!” Then, he exclaimed, “Mr. Wilson!

entire afternoon. Snowflakes

pushed her down. After trying a few times,

propelled him to drive the Wilson Group to unprecedented success. However, it seemed

They chose to turn a

snowflakes drifting from her long eyelashes, accentuating her already pale face. The ultra–low temperature numbed her, causing her to be unable to

‘As for the fetus in my womb… Wrapping her scarf tightly around her belly

survival of the fetus depends on its resilience. Besides, what’s the point of its survival for now? I have a feeling

like just yesterday when I was searching for a doctor to

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