The Wrong Woman

Chapter 250

Suzanne ended the call once again.

Almost immediately, her phone buzzed incessantly with incoming calls and messages. Despite the internet being scoured clean, those determined individuals had managed to leak her number.

In less than ten minutes, a barrage of calls bombarded her, accompanied by an onslaught of messages. Suzanne’s breath quickened, and her nerves were stretched thin.

She hastily powered off her phone, her appetite for breakfast completely gone. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of madness, her hands cradling her head as she sank into deep thought.

The weight of the situation threatened to overwhelm her, and she worried about the potential impact on Nathan.

“Madam, are you all right?” the maid asked, concern etched on her face.

Suzanne shook her head silently..

“Don’t worry, Madam, Mr. Morrison has everything under control,” the maid reassured her. Suzanne fell silent for a moment before decisively grabbing her phone and striding upstairs.

dialed Samuel’s number. Within seconds, Samuel answered the call. “Well, well, if it isn’t my little sister?”

as she spoke, her words

yesterday? Eighty million dollars in

+25 BONUS

in one

in her

the renowned Inkwell. Just sell a few artworks, and you’d have tens

if you don’t, isn’t there still Nathan? Even a fraction

than 80 million

at you and your husband, wealthy and powerful, yet you don’t even care

to secure a position through Nathan. However, he treated me like a dog, casting me aside with no

on TV, stirred up trouble, reduced me to nothing, and exposed me entirely. Now, you even gave my contact information to the media?”

plenty of chances, but you’ve left me

onto the balcony, her grip tight on the railing as she watched the clouds drift lazily across the sky, her vexation palpable. “Are there

before firing back, “Who else could be involved?”

softening. “Samuel, I may not match your tactics,

a derisive laugh.