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?”

with, Matthew Farley? Aurora Cristole, Matthew’s wife, cried. She glared menacingly at Abigail, looking at her up and

a wom

was not. The latter qualled when the woman shrugged off her coat, revealing broad shoulders that spoke of

nice on the eyes. Where did you find this

dragged Abigail out of the bed by her

seeped out, staining the

Help me, Mr. Farley!”

dare. He stayed on the floor, quaking in

assistant walked into the room, flanked by

husband, Director Matthew Farley, has been caught red-handed for

his subordinate! What a vixen! What a cheat!

woman was live-streaming the scene..

and Matthew were utterly shocked.

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

was dumbfounded, his

never cooked for Mr. Beckett. If he wasn’t worthy, how could she have done so for three years?” Xavier snapped angrily. He could no longer hold back his

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