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Stroking Felicia's back gently, Candace said, “Fel, your father and I won't let Patrick off easily. Our daughter is not a pushover. We'll make him pay for this.”

Felicia cried so hard that her makeup was smudged. She looked at the guests below the stage.

Happiness was written all over their faces as they ate with great relish.

They're really ruthless. Can't they see that I'm so upset? It seems like they're all here to have a good laugh at me. She bit her lip and swore in her mind. I must win Patrick over. By then, this will serve as a slap in everyone's faces.

She believed that she was Patrick's legitimate wife and that she was the only one who was worthy of him.

Meanwhile, after Gwendolyn got into the van, the few men stared at her lasciviously. Every now and then, they would glimpse at her chest as well as her dress which had a high slit.

She blocked their view with her hand as her eyes dimmed.

I was in such a rush just now that I didn't even have time to change my clothes. Later, I have to change them. If not, it will be inconvenient to save Juliette in this dress.

One of the men rubbed his chin and said, “Eugene, this woman looks really gorgeous. I've never seen a woman this beautiful. I wonder what she'd taste like.”

The man next to him elbowed him and said, “They only want money. It's better if you don't touch her.”

Feeling somewhat disappointed, the chubby man said, “The task is completed as soon as we receive the money. Whatever happens next has got nothing to do with them. I want to get a taste of her.”

With his eyes narrowed, Eugene said, “Sure. We'll see how it goes when we get the money.”

She clenched her fists slightly upon hearing those bastards' words. She was itching to punch them.

Ever since she injured someone, she had stopped using violence. However, on this day, she could barely hold herself back.

Yet, when she thought of Juliette, she forced herself to keep calm and only deal with the men after rescuing her daughter.

After a ride that took more than an hour, the van finally stopped.

Gwendolyn asked, “Mister, do you have spare clothes? Can you lend me a set? It's too cold outside. I'll freeze to death if I go out like this.”

She was in such a great hurry when she returned that she forgot to grab her coat. She just got directly into her car. Then, when she arrived home, she did not enter the house as well. She got into their van straight away.

If she got off the vehicle now, she would be frozen to death.

After all, it was late winter at that moment. The temperature outside was merely around one to two degrees.

Eugene glanced at Gwendolyn indifferently and got off the car. He walked to the trunk, took out a filthy military coat, and then threw it at her. “Get out of the car once you've put it on.”

Swiftly putting on the coat, Gwendolyn thought that it was good enough to keep herself warm despite looking a little unsightly.

She tore off the edges of her dress, threw them away, and then buttoned up her coat.

The length of the coat was just right as it reached her ankle. Lowering her head, she noticed that her high heels were already gone. She believed that she might have lost them when she left the house earlier. Now, she could only go barefoot. Her toes curled up slightly.