The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 841

The security guard was stunned upon hearing that. Then, he noticed the broken shards of the flowerpot and the dirt on the ground.

Thus, he hurriedly relinquished his grip. Rosalie had her bodyguard examine Zachary’s wrist.

After a careful examination, the bodyguards reported to Rosalie, “This man’s wrist is broken, Mrs. Youngblood.”

“Take him to the hospital,” Rosalie ordered.

“Right away,” he replied.

Rosalie’s phone rang at that moment. She answered it, and her

expression suddenly changed upon hearing what the caller said. “I see. All right, thank you.”

After hanging up, Rosalie did not enter the building but headed for the courthouse instead.

Her bodyguard, on the other hand, sent Zachary to the hospital. After Rosalie emerged from court, she received a call from her bodyguard, telling her that Zachary had seen a doctor and was reportedly suffering only a mild injury, which would take about a month to recover.

“Very well. Give him the compensation he deserves. If he has any other requirements, tell me ahead of time,” Rosalie instructed..

Then, Rosalie called Connor. “I’m sorry, Mr. Smuckler, but there might be some trouble to come.”

“I know. That fellow, Yoel, filed a lawsuit, didn’t he? No big deal. Let the public prosecutor’s office investigate it. Our conscience for this case is clear. The gossip, meanwhile, doesn’t matter because I’m an old man. My wife, too, knows you well enough, and she won’t overthink it. You and your husband, though…”

“He won’t misunderstand anything,” Rosalie said hurriedly. “Jon trusts me.”

pleased.

did not come home for dinner that night. “Mr. Youngblood will be coming home late today,” Gary announced. “Please have your dinner first, Guillermo, Ms. Youngblood, and Mrs. Youngblood.”

used to him skipping

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to keep Jonathan’s portion warm

was glaring condescendingly

that she was the one who dropped the flowerpot off the 20th floor earlier that day.

woman was a cleaner of the building. Honest, meek, and diligent in her daily tasks, he could scarcely believe she had done such a

you don’t know who had you drop

man standing before her was Jonathan, the worst possible person in

yes. I-I don’t know. I just received a printed note, instructing me to drop the flowerpot on the woman at the appointed time. Together with

accept the job. She thought that there were no surveillance cameras that high up in the building. As long as the flowerpot met its mark, she would be 40,000

before the stack of bills had even grown warm in her hands. At that moment, her hands that had

do anything like that ever again. After you’re

sir,” his men

going to break my hands?” she wondered. At

spare me. I won’t do it again. I-I’ll surrender myself to the police…” No matter how she pleaded, however, Jonathan’s expression remained

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today,” he thought grimly. “Otherwise, a thousand deaths wouldn’t be enough for her, much less losing her hands!”

Carlos scrambled to catch up. After they entered the car parked outside, Carlos handed Jonathan a file. “This is what Zachary has been up to for the past few years. Now a courier, he had coincidentally come to your wife’s rescue today and had his wrist broken because of it. Mrs. Youngblood had somebody send him

in his hand, and the atmosphere inside the car seemed to compress.

ringing in the car. “Y-Yes, what a coincidence.” Carlos’ forehead was covered in beads of sweat.