The Abandoned Husband Dominates

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Inside the private room, Colton and the others were snickering with the mentality of watching the fun. With one leg crossed over the other, Chelsea stared at Jordan in displeasure, every part the domineering female president.

“Jordan, I heard Maggie telling Colton and the others yesterday that Maggie is an artiste signed to your company, and that I’m your subordinate who’s under your control. Is that true?”

A smile appeared on Colton’s face and he hurriedly interjected, “We can all confirm that Jordan did say that to us yesterday.”

“Yes, you were arrogant about it too.” Another male classmate added fuel to the fire.

Colton and the others were glad to see Jordan making a fool out of himself. If the few of them weren’t around today, Jordan would probably still deny it. However, the people who attended the gathering yesterday were all present and no matter how cunning Jordan was, they couldn’t resist it!

“Hmph, Jordan Steele, you liar. Let’s see how you can deny again today!”

Colton was secretly pleased, thinking to himself that it must be over for Jordan today!

Jordan kept his back straight while standing and looking at Chelsea with a calm smile on his face. He said softly, “By the way, I did say those words before.”

Bam!

Chelsea suddenly slammed her right hand onto the table, causing the cutlery on the table to fall out of the bowl and drop onto the ground.

“Bastard! Jordan Steele you punk. I don’t know you at all. It’s our first time meeting today. Who are you to

have to call the police and arrest you, you fraudster. You have to be

that, Chelsea was

Adams, don’t. Jordan knows Director Smith. If you call the police

off Maggie and reprimanded, “You silly girl. If he really knows Director Smith, why would he have to use me

more than ten times more famous than Chelsea and he also had a higher status than her. Hence, Chelsea was sure that Jordan didn’t know Director Smith

at

don’t call the police yet. Jordan is the husband of one of our former high

for a moment, surprised that Colton

probably not that

was wearing shades and had his hair tied into little braids. He

that of a young man in his twenties. He was at most in his thirties but if one were to look carefully, he would see the wrinkles on his face. It was obviously the

man

“Dad.”

as Chelsea took a look, she knew that it was her father who came.

are you

smile and ignored her. However,

and said respectfully, “Mr. Steele! I’m very