The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 874

Callum’s condescending stare fixated on Lillian as he remarked, “Lillian, I can’t simply brush what happened last night under the rug. It was you who initiated things. Are you just going to walk away again, evading responsibility?”

In an instant, Lillian’s face flared a deep crimson.

She recognized the weight behind the word “again.” It dredged up memories of their passionate encounter, fueled by alcohol, from years ago. That night ended with her fleeing the next morning.

In the past, the idea of getting together with him when he finally caught up with her three years later might have seemed plausible. However, as time marched on, she had grown into a completely different person, and so had he.

Lillian’s journey from Callum’s lavish mansion to her workplace was a hazy blur. Her steps faltered as she made her way to the curb to flag down a taxi and then headed back to her familiar workplace.

The tasks at her job remained the same, but her mood was anything but ordinary, miles away from her typical self.

“Lillian, is that the latest from X brand you’re wearing? My goodness, I’ve seen that in a magazine. It’s worth over 60,000 dollars!” one of her colleagues exclaimed, causing a ripple of attention from the others in the office.

This exclamation piqued the curiosity of her female colleagues, all inquisitive of Lillian’s striking outfit.

Lillian could not bear to admit that the expensive sweater she wore beneath the outfit was even pricier.

“A 60,000-dollar suit?” one of them marveled. “No wonder Lillian looks absolutely stunning today!”

“As expected of this brand, the tailoring is impeccable.”

“Lillian, how do you manage to afford such clothes?” some of her coworkers could not help but wonder.

“It’s just a knockoff,” Lillian hastily retorted. “I can’t afford such high-end clothing.” “A knockoff? Even as a knockoff, it looks fabulous.”

they wandered off, she furrowed her brows, a heavy sense of reality settling in. The dry-cleaning bill for the extravagant suit was sure to be astronomical, and she had the additional challenge of returning the attire to Callum.

ever decide to return this outfit, don’t send it by mail. Bring it to me personally or toss it in the trash.”

facing

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idea of discarding clothes worth thousands of dollars was

the last time. I’m never getting myself drunk again!” Lillian silently reminded

of White Maple Group, Callum sat at his desk, his fingers grazing a photograph. The person in the

murmured softly. “Tell me, is everything I’m about to do really

came through, “Mr. White, Ms. Tall

let her in,” Callum replied in a nonchalant tone as if he had been anticipating Madeline’s

taking in the sight of Callum, who appeared effortlessly confident and elegant on the

tune.

that the man was easily manipulated, but now she could only recognize her own

see you again,” Callum

took a deep breath, steeling herself. “You anticipated

no one else to look for but me, right?” Callum retorted. Madeline gritted her teeth and said, “I’ve come

look like that has quite resurrected your family’s business, has it? Are you attempting to shift the

to expand the White family’s territory. Acquiring the assets

it, I have the means to expand the White family’s domain. As for the Tall

As long as it remains in your body

knew that Callum had been

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gaze upon her

agreement was swiftly reached without