Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 422

In a certain hotel’s luxury suite, Abigail was riding through hell and high water to upgrade her way of life.

“Fuck! You’re so good, Daddy!” Abigail moaned, panting against Matthew Farley. Glistening sweat rolled down their skin.

“That’s it, doll… I love it when you call me that. Come on, who’s your Daddy?” Matthew groaned, spouting out the entire spectrum of filth that was dirty talk.

All Abigail wanted was for him to finish, however. It wasn’t the first time she had slept with someone to get a promotion. This time, it was to become the general manager of the news department she was in.

Just when the finish line was in sight, the hotel room door was unexpectedly thrown open.

Abigail shrieked, quickly diving under the covers.

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Matthew, meanwhile, hurriedly pulled on his underwear. A chilling sensation shot down his spine like icy spikes as he turned to see who was at the door.

“H-Honey?”

been sleeping with, Matthew Farley? Aurora Cristole, Matthew’s wife, cried.

was a wom

foot seven, while Abigail was not. The latter qualled when the woman shrugged off her coat,

nice on the

over and dragged Abigail out of the bed by her hair,

split open, and blood seeped out, staining the corners of her mouth.

me, Mr. Farley!” Abigail

dare. He stayed on the floor, quaking in

walked into the room, flanked by two burly guards.

Farley, has been caught red-handed

vixen! What a cheat! Don’t

woman was live-streaming the scene..

and Matthew were

1/2

Ms. Alyssa told me to buy

his jaw clenched

It’s not as if Ms. Alyssa never cooked for Mr. Beckett. If he wasn’t worthy, how could she have done so for

disdain. “Alice might make dog food, but