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Ex-husband Goes Money Comes by Yvone Zabielski novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308 Let Her Go to Prison

Jerry narrowed his eyes and stared at him. Suddenly, he laughed with extreme arrogance.

“So Viola didn‘t tell you everything. She even hid the deal between me and her from you. Your relationship with her is so fragile that you can‘t even withstand a single blow.”

Ormand‘s hand that was holding the cup trembled slightly. The coffee drenched his hand and scalded his fingertips.

“I was right?”

Jerry was even more pleased with himself. “You‘ve done so much for her and endured the torment of illness for so long. If she were to end up with me in the end, you would feel lonely in the future! How miserable you are!”

Ormand was expressionless. His movements were elegant and noble. He picked up the wet towel on the table and wiped the coffee on his hand clean. He applied a cold compress on his red fingertips.

“You don‘t want to talk? Then let‘s continue our game.”

As soon as Ormand finished speaking, Todd immediately raised his stick.

Jerry shouted, “Stop! Of course, I have to say it!”

He hoped that Ormand would know.

Only then would it be more fun!

“I gave her the antidote, and she canceled the engagement and married me. Unfortunately, just two days ago, when I gave her the medicine to alleviate the symptoms of your body, she already promised me!”

Jerry finished his words.

There was a loud bang.

Ormand threw the cup at Jerry‘s feet.

The broken glass splashed, and coffee spilled all over the ground.

Jerry‘s calf was scratched by the flying sharp glass, leaving a few hideous blood marks.

Seeing that Ormand was furious, he laughed more and more crazily, “So what if you can survive? When the time comes, you will see me have her, and you will forever lose her. It should be a feeling worse than death, right?”

Ormand was getting more and more violent.

The pair of black eyes turned blood red, and he was eager to kill Jerry.

Todd got Ormand‘s meaning. He pointed at Jerry before Ormand gave the order and asked the guards at the door, “Avoid the vital parts and beat him to death! Don‘t show mercy to him. Keep his breath and don‘t kill him!”

“Yes, sir.”

Since Todd had spoken, Ormand did not say anything. He stood up and left the interrogation room.

Todd immediately followed.

Behind him, Jerry was still laughing, “How pitiful. Mr. Hobson is really pitiful! When your body recovers, it will be when Viola is with me. It‘s great!”

Ormand clenched his fists, blue veins popping up on his forehead as his entire body emitted a terrifying killing vibe.

Todd comforted him, “Mr. Hobson, don‘t listen to him. The Secret Bureau of

Investigation is best at reading people. As the former leader, Jerry is the most skilled at attacking people‘s minds. What is the truth in his words? Let‘s slowly investigate later!”

In the basement, Jerry‘s screams rang out very quickly, mixed with his horrifying laughter.

From afar, it sounded very strange.

Ormand restrained his anger. He was very calm and left without looking back

Viola had just arrived at the entrance of the Falcon‘s house when she saw a grey truck parked on the side.

John and Melinda were moving their luggage to the truck.

It seemed that they had already dismissed all the servants and bodyguards in the house. John and his wife used to have the reputation of being a couple of rich and powerful families. Now, they had to carry the luggage on their own. It seemed that they had already lost everything.

Melinda was the first to notice her, and her face was not very good. “We already feel terrible. Is Ms. McGraw here to humiliate us?”

“Don‘t worry, Mr. Falcon. I just wanted to talk to Rebecca in private.”

“What are you doing here? Are you here to see me make a fool of myself?”

Rebecca laughed, “I thought you would be polite and pretend to be a good person. I didn‘t expect you to be so direct when talking to me. Unfortunately, back in Washington, I became soft–hearted and let you live until now.

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