The Abandoned Husband Dominates

Inside the private room, Colton and the others were snickering with the mentality of watching the fun. With one leg crossed over the other, Chelsea stared at Jordan in displeasure, every part the domineering female president.

“Jordan, I heard Maggie telling Colton and the others yesterday that Maggie is an artiste signed to your company, and that I’m your subordinate who’s under your control. Is that true?”

A smile appeared on Colton’s face and he hurriedly interjected, “We can all confirm that Jordan did say that to us yesterday.”

“Yes, you were arrogant about it too.” Another male classmate added fuel to the fire.

Colton and the others were glad to see Jordan making a fool out of himself. If the few of them weren’t around today, Jordan would probably still deny it. However, the people who attended the gathering yesterday were all present and no matter how cunning Jordan was, they couldn’t resist it!

“Hmph, Jordan Steele, you liar. Let’s see how you can deny again today!”

Colton was secretly pleased, thinking to himself that it must be over for Jordan today!

Jordan kept his back straight while standing and looking at Chelsea with a calm smile on his face. He said softly, “By the way, I did say those words before.”

Bam!

Chelsea suddenly slammed her right hand onto the table, causing the cutlery on the table to fall out of the bowl and drop onto the ground.

into a rage and exclaimed with a shocking aura, “Bastard! Jordan Steele you punk. I don’t know you at all. It’s our first time meeting today. Who are you to

that I have to call the police and arrest you, you fraudster. You

was about to

Jordan knows Director Smith. If you call the police to get him arrested, it will indirectly ruin our

girl. If he really knows Director Smith, why would he have to use me to

had a higher status than her. Hence, Chelsea

his surprise, Colton stood forth at this moment to plead for Jordan

of our former high school classmates. It’d be

moment, surprised

probably

wearing shades and had his hair tied into little braids. He was

his twenties. He was at most in his thirties but if one were to look carefully, he would see the wrinkles on his face. It was

promiscuous man was

“Dad.”

as Chelsea took a look, she knew that it was her father

why are you here?” Chelsea

his sunglasses, patted Chelsea’s head with a smile and ignored

forward towards Jordan and said respectfully, “Mr. Steele! I’m very sorry for being late, there