Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

“Are you really this shameless?” Stanford’s face was very hideous.

Lindsay immediately burst into laughter, to the point that her stomach began to ache.

“Shameless?” She was taunting him, “I want to not be shameless too, but it is you who makes me shameless.”

She was only able to have this momentary freedom after becoming a sell-out.

“Stanford, how do I become like this?”

She was very agitated, “It’s you, it’s you who make me into who I am today. If you saved me back then, do you think I would turn out like this? I am living like a mouse shunned out of the streets every day, like a ghost who can only hide itself. Do you know how I got through the time when in jail?”

“Do you mean that your life is a living hell? You completely deserve this.” Stanford’s face was utterly cold. He didn’t even try to hide his contempt towards her even though she was beginning to say something crazy.

“If everything starts over again, I wouldn’t save you anyway.”

What was the most chilling and hopeless feeling in the world?

Probably like now, when someone you love wants you dead.

“Are you that resentful of me?”

Lindsay’s lips were trembling.

“Yes, I hate you that much.” Stanford’s expression returned to its previous calmness as his anger dissipated into thin air. It was not worth it for him to be enraged because of her. She was not worthy of his emotions!

“If I could, I would have strangled you to death in the first place.”

Lindsay’s eyes were bloodshot, “Because of Amanda?”

“You don’t even have the right to mention her,” Stanford replied coldly.

“Hmph,” Lindsay began to laugh maniacally, “Now that you’re in my hands being a lamb on the slaughter board, you still dare to provoke me. Are you that tired of living?”

Alyssa was hiding in a room at this moment. Although she was guilty too, she didn’t want to expose herself for now. Lindsay would carry out the rest of their plan.

However, it seemed that Lindsay was only focused on her own revenge. She had forgotten about what they had discussed before.

Alyssa came out and interjected, “About the stock transfer, let him sign this.”

were boiling. She roared, “You shut the

she retaliated, “You should shut up. If it were not for me, do

her and slapped her, “If I didn’t fall off, do you think I would coerce with you? Don’t you want to look at yourself in the mirror? You are nothing but a mistress who has destroyed a family,

clutched her cheeks which

widened to the

“You…”

this hard to

like that. She grabbed Lindsay’s hair and

them who should be cooperating at this moment began to have a fistfight just

cursing at each other. For a moment, they forgot about why they

at them

two of them finally stopped due to fatigue. With some wounds on their

wiped her

but she was finally able to cool down after

even if she wanted to. She went to fetch the stock transfer document immediately and put it on the table, “Stanford, the properties of the James family doesn’t just belong to you alone. It’s been too long since you have a monopoly over it. Now, sign this, and give the company to

the right to deal with him!”

you want me to call the police and ask them to

me?” Lindsay widened her

I finally get those stocks, you can do anything you want with him.” Alyssa didn’t argue with her this

even though she didn’t like the prospect of negotiating with words, she thought it

got the rights to the stocks, it was still

not worth it to argue with someone who had

cut it.” Lindsay sat

coldly and praised herself secretly for being the more experienced one here. When she got what

Alyssa urged

his signature indifferent expression. He was cold, and

didn’t respond at all

look carefully at the situation you are in now. I can end your life anytime!

anyway. You don’t have any relative, and your father, me and your brother all have the rights to it too.” She started to lose her

direction, as if to spell out the unspoken

they were only cooperating because of mutual benefits. If one of them were to suffer

purposely, “Then just

shot up from

up too, “Don’t you dare

on the same side

am in for the person himself. Who do you think you are to lay a finger on