Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Her entire body shaking, Cynthia said, "How did you know about what happened in the ladies?"

Yerick raised a hand again, poised to slap her once more.

Cynthia buried her head in her hands. "Since you already know about it, why...why did you ask me?"

Yerick grabbed her head and yanked her head upward.

"Ahh!" Cynthia shrieked. "Let me go!"

"Cynthia Zeller, you're nothing but my slave. Don't forget your identity. Don't think that just because others call you President Zeller, you're a master in your own right. I was the one who gave you that status. If it weren't for me, you'd still be begging for scraps by Theodore's side. How could you possibly be the powerful woman that you are today?"

Cynthia's skin crawled at his words. "We're partners, aren't we? I'm not your slave."

"Partners? Haha..." Yerick chuckled. "Are you even fit to be my partner?"

killing you. You've done so many wicked things that Theodore doesn't know about yet. You two split amicably and you're still the kind Cynthia in his eyes. And yet, this kind Cynthia is still finding ways

this man was sharp enough to see through her. She gritted her

dies now, my plans will be disrupted." Yerick grabbed Cynthia's face again. "Cynthia,

is it?"

video in the hospital

eyes widened. How did he even know

smile stretched across Yerick's face. "It's time to

know?" Cynthia said, "You mean, I

"That's right."

I'm the sender! Otherwise, he might wonder why I didn't send him this video when

video from him for your entire life after taking the

"I...I've got

almost here. Wait for