The Revenge of My Alluring Wife by Raven

Chapter 30 Who… do you like?

The Watson who had been shouting just now now seemed like a struggling ant in front of her.

“What… what do you want?” Watson panicked.

Evelyn smiled faintly, leisurely pulling out a surgical knife from her pocket.

There were no anticipated interrogations, no anticipated threats. Evelyn raised her hand, and

with one swift motion, she mercilessly struck Watson’s hand.

“Ah!” Watson screamed even more painfully than when a pig is slaughtered.

Alexander was stunned, his heart still trembling from Evelyn’s previous icy and desolate gaze.

He even ignored Watson’s screams, his mind filled with just one word.

Merciless!

Too merciless!

Alexander realized that this kind of ruthlessness on Evelyn was not repulsive but had a

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captivating charm.

If he hadn’t always disliked Evelyn, he might even want to shout, “Idol!”

Evelyn dropped the surgical knife, wiped off the blood on her fingertips, and said, “If a pair of hands are used to harm others, there’s no need to keep them.”

for

spoke up, “You’re leaving, what about this guy?”

Take him for stitches.” Evelyn paused

there was no problem with her words,

injured by you, why should I cover the medical

bit more, but Evelyn had already walked far away. He could only wave his hand in resignation and impatiently order the bodyguards,

Evelyn felt like she had lost all support, leaning weakly against

wall.

dared not imagine what would have happened if Alexander hadn’t noticed Watson’s

Henry be in trouble by now? She didn’t want to

around Evelyn. She

Evelyn

surgery was

Very successful.

Wilson and the others

stood at the door, staring blankly at Henry, who could only breathe smoothly with the help

shoulder. “Why aren’t you

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think

stern and stubborn face, Ava nodded in understanding. “He married you, and I’m glad. Henry may

okay.” Evelyn blushed.

Ava accepted her as a

and Henry like today. She regretted

hurriedly went in, and took Old Mr Wilson, Old Mrs Wilson, and Angela with

responded and walked in slowly.

lips pale, and the small wound on his head was not

why are you so foolish.”