Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 92

Given how she looked, coupled with her coquettish tone and expression…

To be honest, it‘s quite nauseating.

Shawn hated her even more.

If he had not encountered her that night or promised to marry her, he would not blink twice in the direction of a woman like her.

“Who did this to you?” he asked.

Susan blurted out, “Gale!”

“Her?”

“Looking for me? Is there something?” At this time, Gale came down the stairs and saw Susan‘s appearance. She said in surprise, “Oh, are you role–playing? Or is it a cameo role as a homeless person in a movie?” Susan pointed at her and yelled, “Gale, stop pretending! You should know why I look like this!” “That‘s weird. I haven‘t seen you today. How would I know?”

“It‘s you! You did it!”

Gale was not naive.

just pretend to be

her nose. “It smells so bad that it

threw me in a sack, beat me up, and then threw me into a garbage truck. No one but you would

fast. Do you

must be you.

said it yourself. One shouldn‘t point fingers without evidence. Susan,

right. To deal with Susan was to be

her

Evidence can be found!” Susan looked at Shawn. “Mr. Wood, you are so powerful. Quickly send someone to find the evidence so that she has nothing to

explain. I have been working in the company

she is going

she is not only my friend but also my boss. There is no reason to accompany

nothing

going to resign her fate to a loss. Stomping her feet, she wailed, “Mr. Wood, you have to help me...” Shawn said perfunctorily, “I see. You‘re so dirty. Go and wash up

Susan nodded reluctantly.