Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 906

Chapter 906:

The air grew thick as the two men locked eyes. Clayton’s face shifted, going from pale to dark as he regarded Jake with an unreadable expression. Jake raised an eyebrow, recovering quickly and offering a polite smile.

“Mr. Morgan, what a surprise to see you here.”

Clayton’s gaze was icy as he replied, “Oh, come on. Drop the act and the facade of maintaining politeness. I know what you’re up to, and I am waiting for you to make a move. Just remember, anything you try against me will annoy Kallie.”

Clayton flashed a taunting smile.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m very important to Kallie now.”

Jake remained unfazed, responding calmly, “So? Does Kallie really matter that much?”

Jake’s indifferent tone. He couldn’t quite grasp Jake’s attitude toward Kallie, though he suspected it might be due to his past manipulations. Feeling a surge of confidence, Clayton leaned closer and murmured, “Since you already knew the situation, let me be blunt. You shouldn’t have returned. Kallie has enough on her plate

darkened, a flash of hostility crossing his face as he

trouble.” With a

on, put up a sign at the gate: ‘No entry for Clayton or

the first time, Clayton found himself forcibly removed in front of so many onlookers. He struggled awkwardly, but it was no use. Humiliated and furious, Clayton shouted at Jake, “I’m here to see Kallie! Even if you don’t want me around, you don’t have the right to kick

brings you fresh

this? Kallie just handed it over to me. And let’s not forget this company was mine from the start. It’s ridiculous that you plan to take away my possessions by controlling her. Do you even know who you’re dealing

He had assumed that after all these years, her feelings for Jake had faded. Therefore, even if Jake came back, she wouldn’t willingly give up the Reeves Group. After all, the Reeves Group’s

spies you’ve placed within

Morgan out. If he refuses, toss

Clayton out as his face turned ashen. Roughly, they threw him down the stairs, where he tumbled, clutching his chest and

hurried footsteps