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.

really unlucky in this life to have all

behavior displayed by your ex- husband’s family, I suspect it would be more troublesome if he didn’t die than if

course, his words had to be

the Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had occupied the last few times she was there, lying in wait

security guard–after the last incident, she’d specially informed the guards to call her as soon as they saw Mrs. Hardy in

Hardy came to the hotel every day after, and every time she came, she would squat by

the past week in Covenford as

the areas affected by the hurricane. All over the city, stagnant puddles accumulated, some

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 subway line one took, everywhere

showed up every day anyway, her presence even more dedicated than

a ball to minimize the chances of her getting wet from the rain. When she was hungry, she would take a few bites of the buns she’d

appearance had garnered the sympathy of quite a

eye out for Mrs. Hardy’s presence had tried to advise her more than once. “Ms. Seymour, why don’t you go talk to your mother–in–law properly? Having her wait at the hotel’s entrance every day doesn’t seem right!”

time, Larissa brushed it off without giving much

the security guard, his voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms. Seymour, please come downstairs!

to interact with the Hardy family,

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

soaked and plastered to her skin,