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,

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foot seven, while Abigail was not. The latter qualled when the woman shrugged off her coat, revealing broad shoulders that spoke of a diligent

be nice on the eyes. Where did

dragged Abigail out of the bed by her hair, slapping her hard on

lip split open, and blood seeped out, staining the corners

me, Mr. Farley!” Abigail screamed

stayed on the floor, quaking in sheer

the room, flanked by two burly

boss’ husband, Director Matthew Farley, has been

What a cheat! Don’t miss

was live-streaming the

were utterly

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how can you even entertain such a thought, Mr. Beckett? Ms. Alyssa told me to buy it for you. Do you still think you’re worthy of Ms.

dumbfounded, his jaw clenched

if Ms. Alyssa never cooked for Mr. Beckett. If he wasn’t worthy, how could she have done so for three years?”

at Jasper with disdain. “Alice might make dog food, but that’s not