The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 874

That's right, she was a member of the Hoffman family. She was Henry Hoffman's daughter and heiress to the Hoffman family. She had such an honorable identity, there was no way she was the daughter of a lowly commoner, and no way she was the daughter of a murderer. Peter stared cooly at Layla, the look in his eyes growing colder by the minute. "There's no point in denying things. You claimed Tania's parents for yourself for so many years and also caused her harm. The only reason she did not end your life back then was because of her kindness. As for me, though..." Peter tightened the hold he had around Layla's neck. "I may have plenty of time on my hands, but I don't have all the time in the world to waste with you. Where is Tania?"

Peter's chokehold on Layla's neck was growing tighter by the minute, and she could barely breathe anymore. Her face turned a deeper shade of red by the minute because of the lack of air she was getting.

Layla reached her hands out to slap Peter's arms, and the metal chains fastened to her wrists created loud, clanging sounds. The look in Peter's eyes became even more murderous as he proceeded to lift Layla into the air, his grip tightening as he did so. "Looks like you still don't know me very well. I've never been one to enjoy wasting my time. You're still not going to say anything?"

Peter threw Layla onto the ground vehemently and then retrieved a handkerchief to wipe his hands as he gave her a disgusted look. Inside that dim room, the look in his eyes was as frosty as the snow during a blizzard.

The door opened to reveal Steven and Sean standing at the door. "Charles said not to kill her, Peter."

I want to

or so years, and Charles... had been pretty nice to her. At the very least, he never said no to whatever she asked for. "I want to see Charles. He'll never forgive you when he finds

found

still have the nerve to claim Charles as your brother when you've been wrongfully claiming the title of heiress to the Hoffman family for so many years?

Peter after he finished his sentence. "Mr. Fischer and

Andrew. "You can start. Just make sure she doesn't end up dead. Let me know

his grip. When he saw the stain on his jacket, he took it

"Looks like I'm not the only clean freak around you. I made sure to disinfect myself thoroughly, and changed into fresh clothes

crumpled on the floor and listened to their conversation, her face turned deathly pale. She hurriedly got to her feet and howled at Peter and the others, "No, let me go! What you're doing

what are you waiting for?" Peter glanced at Andrew, who