Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 38

Larissa was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he had completely misunderstood her.

She explained hurriedly. “No, I don’t want to kill him-” Then, she told him about everything that had happened today.

On the other end of the phone, Dylan, having realized his mistake, blushed in

embarrassment.

He covered his mouth with his hand, coughing lightly before regaining his

composure.

“To be honest, I’ve been handling divorce cases for so many years, but I’ve never encountered a situation where the husband dies halfway through the court ruling process. Of course, your ex–husband is not dead yet, but in the event that he does, the normal procedure would be to continue the inheritance process. As for how much money you would get from the property, you’ll have to wait until the lawsuit is

over and settled.”

The process sounded very long to her. Larissa couldn’t help but sigh in frustration.

unlucky in this life to have all that misfortune inflicted upon

behavior displayed by your ex- husband’s family, I

his words had to be

the Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she

had already been notified by the security guard–after the last incident, she’d specially informed the guards to call her as soon as they saw Mrs. Hardy in order for her to be prepared and leave secretly through the hotel’s emergency back entrance. But

the hotel every day after, and every

day for the past week in Covenford

the city, stagnant puddles accumulated, some of them so deep that

the weather conditions making driving inconvenient, most of the citizens chose to use public transport as their main traveling means. In that week itself, no matter if it was peak hour or not, regardless of the

day anyway, her presence even more dedicated than the

she squatted in a corner close to the wall. She was curled up in a ball to minimize the chances of her getting wet from the rain. When she was hungry, she would take a few

had garnered the sympathy of quite a lot of

tried to advise her more than once. “Ms. Seymour, why don’t you go talk to your mother–in–law properly? Having her

off without

another call from the security guard, his voice anxious as

not want to interact with the Hardy family, she was forced to attend to the situation

had fainted, had been carried into the hotel lobby and was now lying

soaked and plastered to