The Woman From Hell

A tall figure stood not far away under several beams of light.

He had his hands in his pockets as he slowly made his way over. His face could be vaguely seen in the haze. "Theo Grant?!"

Gorden obviously did not expect him to appear here with how horrified he looked.

The corners of my lips lifted as I said with a smile to Gorden, "He's here, President Lane. You may start."

Let me appreciate your performance.

He looked back at me with a little helplessness in his eyes for just a moment. Gorden then smiled and said, "I-I have to leave first. Remember to call me, Miss Lane. We'll make an appointment another day." Gorden was about to leave after hastily saying this, but when he turned around, he bumped into Theo.

Theo was much taller than him, and at this moment, he was staring condescendingly down at Gorden with sharp eyes. "Are you the one who said you were going to beat me up just now?"

He delivered the sentence in a light and airy tone, but anyone could hear the extraordinary power behind it that made one's heart tremble uncontrollably. I believed Gorden must be panicking right now.

"No, no, it wasn't me. You must have misheard, President Grant." Gorden did not dare to make any mistake in front of Theo and responded quickly. Right after he said that, he pointed his finger at me, seemingly worried that Theo would pick a fight with him. "It's this woman. She slandered you, saying that you're always harassing her. How can someone like you harass others, right?"

playfulness in his eyes. "Of course not, but if it's her, it would be more than harassment." He approached me step by step and then wrapped his arms around my waist. He

was the man's magnified face as he looked

all." I shook

"Y-You two..."

Theo and me, his face full

with my eyes, and Theo immediately understood. He let go of me and turned to Gorden. "Wanda Lane, my wife." His drifting voice sounded like a declaration and a

and fear in his eyes,

nowhere to block Gorden's path. "Are you in

vicissitudes of life, was one of pleading now. "President Grant, I

from Gorden just now and then handed it back to Gorden. "It's fate that

of red wine. I knew Gorden had drugged the wine when I took it

the wine to him, would that not

man was really

slightly and looked at Gorden. He had accepted it with trembling hands. "I've already drank a lot tonight, President Grant. Perhaps