Contract Marriage Devil's Trap

"What do you mean?" the woman asked awkwardly.

Maxwell had already shoved her hands away from him.

"What do you not understand? You're an eyesore.Who told you I'd touch a prostitute?"

Maxwell glanced at the woman coldly and walked straight towards the door.

Hearing that, the woman trembled with anger.

Did he actually call her a prostitute?! Even if her family was incomparable to Maxwell's, her father was Mayor of Buserama! How dare Maxwell insult her! 

"I'm giving you five minutes to leave this mansion.’ Maxwell opened the door as he spoke with a poker face.

There was no emotion in his words, yet the woman quivered.

The maids who were cleaning up on the first floor were nervous when they saw Maxwell coming down and had their heads hung low.

Entering the kitchen that he usually never stepped into, Maxwell found Isabella was not there anymore.

"Where's supper?"

Maxwell looked around and questioned coldly.

"Sir, Madam ate it"

Tyler answered cautiously.

come down looking for supper

"She ate it?"

Maxwell asked Tyler.

the butler

brought the food back to the kitchen earlier, she said it would be a waste to throw it, so

the mansion could sense the eerie and cold aura surrounding Maxwell as if a storm was about to come, so Tyler thought he might

Maxwell curved his

only lasted for a short second, Tyler firmly believed that

ahead and rest after cleaning up.’ With that

the kitchen swapped glances with

clear that Maxwell's actions today had greatly exceeded

upstairs, Maxwell went straight to the room Isabella

the door because it had

look in his eyes, Tyler was about to get the spare keys

seemed his wife wanted nothing

room, the woman was no longer there, so Maxwell called

did he fall asleep

let another woman's scent envelope

Isabella was probably

misunderstood the situation and got upset, but