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.

room, she closed the door, powered on her device, and dialed Samuel’s number. Within seconds, Samuel answered

tears as she spoke, her words deliberate. “What exactly do

I make myself clear yesterday? Eighty

+25 BONUS

all in

in her chest. “I don’t have it.”

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

don’t, isn’t there still Nathan? Even a

than 80 million

you and your husband, wealthy and powerful, yet you

all the way to the border, hoping to secure a position through Nathan. However, he

her teeth in anger. “So, you put our parents on TV, stirred up trouble, reduced me to nothing, and exposed me entirely. Now, you even gave my contact information to the media?”

was terse. “I’ve given yo plenty of chances, but

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

back, “Who else

composed herself, her tone softening. “Samuel, I may not match your tactics, but remember, I’m not alone. I have a

let out a derisive