The Woman From Hell

Chapter 2604

I looked up and met her eyes with a similar piercing gaze, the corners of my eyes raising slightly. "I should be asking you this, Miss Owens. What exactly do you want to do by sneaking into Grant Corporation?"

It was obvious that my aura compelled Delia as she immediately turned around to look for Theo. She held his hand and whined, "Theo, look. Wanda is bullying me again. You have to seek justice for me!" She looked at me as if I was the mistress. The phrase 'dove occupying the magpie's nest' described her perfectly.

I smiled coldly, not paying attention to her antics.

However, I wanted to see what Theo would do.

I looked at Theo with great interest and noted how gloomy he looked. He loosened Delia's hand that was wrapped around his arm. Exerting a little force through his foot, he turned the rotating chair 90 degrees and distanced himself from Delia. "Theo, what's the meaning of this?" Delia looked at Theo once again in disbelief.

She had obviously believed during this time that she would become the young mistress of the Grant family, but the reality was not as she imagined it to be.

"It means that he won't care about you anymore. You shouldn't have done it if you didn't want anyone to know about it. Did you really think your actions wouldn't be revealed?" "Wanda, cease your

not slandering anyone. These

photos that had long been printed out from my bag and threw

Delia drugging the wine during the banquet back then as well as her meeting Nibel frequently

favors

is. So, Delia drugged herself to trick Theo, but they didn't do anything at all that day." Shannon looked through the photos, even calling

an appraiser to verify the authenticity of these photos. Of course, the premise would be that you aren't afraid of getting exposed for what you've done.

your previous partnership. He was the one who helped you with that drugging plan too. Nothing happened between you and Theo, so what's

my hand down, barely touching Delia's stomach before she immediately backed away in a protective stance. "Don't touch me. Don't even think about

swn?

the child isn't Theo's." My tone was firm, my expression

Tell me then, if the baby isn't Theo's child, then whose child is it?" With perfect timing, Don walked through the door