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

come home for dinner that night. “Mr. Youngblood will be coming home late today,” Gary announced. “Please

well.” Rosalie was used to him skipping

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Jonathan’s portion warm before beginning

glaring condescendingly

have thought that she was the one who dropped the flowerpot off

her daily tasks, he could scarcely believe she had done

who had you drop the flowerpot, do you?” Jonathan asked coldly.

moment. She was unaware that the man standing before her was Jonathan, the worst possible person in Strico one could

note, instructing me to drop the flowerpot on the woman at the appointed

was cursing the impulse that compelled her to accept the job. She thought that there were no surveillance cameras that high up in the building. As long as the flowerpot met its mark, she would be 40,000 dollars richer-enough for her to build a house

somebody had brought her here before the stack of bills had

like that ever again. After you’re done, hand her over to the police,” he ordered his subordinates coldly.

his men answered.

panicked. “Are they going to break my hands?” she wondered. At that moment, she would rather be

I won’t do it again. I-I’ll surrender myself to the police…” No matter how she pleaded, however, Jonathan’s expression remained frigid.

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

file. “This is what Zachary has been up to for the past few years. Now a courier, he had coincidentally come to your wife’s rescue today and had his wrist broken because of it. Mrs. Youngblood had somebody send him to the hospital

hand, and the atmosphere

in the car. “Y-Yes, what a coincidence.” Carlos’ forehead was covered in beads of sweat. He detected a trace of

thought suddenly occurred to him. “Could Mr.

there any surveillance footage of the