The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 841

The security guard was stunned upon hearing that. Then, he noticed the broken shards of the flowerpot and the dirt on the ground.

Thus, he hurriedly relinquished his grip. Rosalie had her bodyguard examine Zachary’s wrist.

After a careful examination, the bodyguards reported to Rosalie, “This man’s wrist is broken, Mrs. Youngblood.”

“Take him to the hospital,” Rosalie ordered.

“Right away,” he replied.

Rosalie’s phone rang at that moment. She answered it, and her

expression suddenly changed upon hearing what the caller said. “I see. All right, thank you.”

After hanging up, Rosalie did not enter the building but headed for the courthouse instead.

Her bodyguard, on the other hand, sent Zachary to the hospital. After Rosalie emerged from court, she received a call from her bodyguard, telling her that Zachary had seen a doctor and was reportedly suffering only a mild injury, which would take about a month to recover.

“Very well. Give him the compensation he deserves. If he has any other requirements, tell me ahead of time,” Rosalie instructed..

Then, Rosalie called Connor. “I’m sorry, Mr. Smuckler, but there might be some trouble to come.”

“I know. That fellow, Yoel, filed a lawsuit, didn’t he? No big deal. Let the public prosecutor’s office investigate it. Our conscience for this case is clear. The gossip, meanwhile, doesn’t matter because I’m an old man. My wife, too, knows you well enough, and she won’t overthink it. You and your husband, though…”

“He won’t misunderstand anything,” Rosalie said hurriedly. “Jon trusts me.”

was pleased. “That’s

be coming home late today,” Gary announced. “Please have your dinner first, Guillermo, Ms. Youngblood, and

well.” Rosalie was used to him skipping

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servant to keep Jonathan’s portion warm before

meantime, Jonathan was glaring condescendingly at the honest-looking woman before

thought that she was the one who dropped the flowerpot off the 20th floor earlier

was a cleaner of the building. Honest, meek, and diligent in her daily tasks, he

you drop the flowerpot,

standing before her was Jonathan, the worst possible person in Strico

I-I don’t know. I just received a printed note, instructing me to drop the flowerpot on the woman at the appointed time. Together with

that high up in the

even stop to consider what would happen to the person it hit. Unexpectedly, somebody had brought her here before the stack of bills had even grown warm in her hands. At that moment, her hands that had once dropped the flowerpot were already stained

again. After you’re done, hand her over to

sir,” his men answered.

wondered. At that moment, she would rather be handed

spare me. I won’t do it again. I-I’ll surrender myself to the police…” No matter how she

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get hurt today,” he thought grimly. “Otherwise, a thousand deaths wouldn’t be enough for her, much less

the past few years. Now a courier, he had coincidentally come to your wife’s rescue

the documents in his hand, and the atmosphere inside the car

“Y-Yes, what a coincidence.” Carlos’ forehead was covered

suddenly occurred to him. “Could Mr. Youngblood… be jealous that

footage of the