Her Biliionaire Husband

Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 954-Clang!

The sound of porcelain broken jarred against the four walls of the hidden clan palace.

The fruit plate, which was thrown away by Tanya, flew by Eleanor’s face at close proximity before it shattered on the ground into pieces.

Eleanor flinched at the grating sound, but she remained in her kneeling posture without moving a muscle. Her back was straight, and she held her head high. All of her features spoke of tenacity.

Exasperated, Tanya folded her hands behind her back and approached Eleanor. Rage surged through her trembling finger as she pointed at her daughter. “Do you know how much we lose this time?”

“I know.” Eleanor’s eyelids flickered, reflecting the pang of guilt that hit her.

“You know?!” Tanya raised her voice and kicked Eleanor in the shoulder. “You know nothing!”

Her whole body shuddered in pure ire. “You begged me to treat Matthew, and I told you to never let the bad guys off. They’ll be a recipe for disaster! And look at what you’ve done. I laid out such a perfect plan and all I have to do is to wait for them to fall into the trap. I thought everything was perfect, but I didn’t expect you to be the shortcoming!

heavy casualties, how dare you bring Matthew and his men out through the secret passage in the research institute! Don’t you know what that secret passage is for?” With one hand on her waist and the

the ground, Eleanor gritted her teeth as the pain twisted her stomach. Ever

consequence awaited her. She covered her stomach and got on her knees before Tanya again. “It is my

stance kept Eleanor’s speech terse. Tanya had expected that kind of response from her daughter,

Or did he threaten you in a way that you’re left with no

man must take the consequence of his own deeds. It has nothing to do with Matthew. I made the decision on my

pointing finger trembled. “Why don’t you

his own deeds. It has absolutely nothing to do with Matthew,” repeated Eleanor

Considering how powerful martial artists were

blood adorned the corner of her lips, and a

the wound on her belly, causing blood to ooze and paint her clothes red. Nevertheless, Eleanor did not grunt a single word. She

her innate egoism and tenacity in