The Cherished Wife

Even though Sean was the most pleasant among the four of them, it was also true that not even Steven would be a match for him when he decided to unleash his merciless viciousness.

"How could anything else be more important than reminiscing together!" Sean said, a warm smile on his face as he took his white coat off and readjusted the shirt he was wearing beneath it. Then, he added, "Why don't we head to our usual spot? We can also discuss what you brought up in-depth there!" "I... I didn't say anything!" Layla was scared out of her mind now. The 'usual spot' Sean was referring to was her personal hell, a place she never wanted to step foot in for the rest of her life.

Layla took several steps backward. "No, you can't treat me this way, Sean Smith. I am Jordan's wife. You can't do this to me!"

"Wife?" Sean tugged at his tie, a seemingly harmless smile on his face as he said, "I think Jordan should be thanking me. Having a wife like you would be one of the most troublesome things he's ever had to deal with!" The expression on his face turned frosty as he spoke. "My time is precious. Other people have to wait until I'm in the mood for them before they get to see me, but you're turning me down when I'm personally extending you an invitation?"

"Don't you dare, Sean Smith. I'm Charles' sister. I..."

and walked over to bring his arm

lowered his gaze and reached a leg out to kick Layla's arm before

at Layla. In the end, he gritted his teeth and knitted his eyebrows even more closely together as he picked Layla up. It

regained consciousness, all she could feel was a bone-chilling coldness surrounding her. It was an extremely familiar sensation, just like what she had experienced four years

trembling when

"Let me out!"

was then that Layla realized her hands and legs were

treat me this way! What you're doing is illegal! The Langford

in the dark room without anyone