Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 297

Chapter 297 Only The Dead Can Keep Secrets

Losing interest suddenly, Zachary walked over and sat down on the couch by himself. The two women also took the initiative to snuggle into his arms.

Daisy bent over, advancing in annoyance, her Chanel bag swinging toward him. Zachary blocked it with his hand, “Stop making a scene here. There was a hint of anger in his voice.

Daisy really didn’t understand why he had any right to be angry with her. “Did you call me here just to embarrass me, to use me as your toy?”

Zachary, with one leg casually crossed over the other, reached out and pulled the beauty next to him into his arms. “Toy? I don’t mean it that way. Ms. Hackett, you should know that we’re all adults here. We’re just having fun, so don’t take things too seriously.”

“You jerk. You’ve been avoiding the issue, and you just don’t want to take responsibility for what happened last time. You know that was my…” She struggled to finish her sentence.

Zachary, however, didn’t see it that way. “Your what? Your first time? So what if I know? Am I supposed to take responsibility for every woman’s first time?” He said with a smirk. “We’re all adults here, Ms Hackett. It’s about time you change your old-fashioned, stubborn mindset. It’s all a matter of mutual consent.”

Daisy had never known that the man she had remembered for so many years turned out to be a frivolous, incorrigible womanizer.

She was trembling with anger, and with a sense of humiliation, she stepped forward and slapped him across the face. Zachary, you b*stard. You’ll get what’s coming to you sooner or later.”

With a laugh rather than anger, Zachary said, “I’ll take your words to heart. I’ll be waiting.

Watching her turn to leave, the man waved at her retreating figure.

It was half past ten in the evening.

On his way to the airport, Eric’s car was suddenly forced to stop by a red Maserati.

Even the best driving skills didn’t require a million-dollar sports car.

The black Audi had a noticeable scratch, stripping off a layer of its paint.

With the car window half-open, Eric parked the car and leisurely lit a cigarette. From another red sports car, a young girl dressed flamboyantly stepped out.

Yvette shouted at the person in the car. “Get out of the car. I won’t let you leave. I forbid you from going to Pillere to find Eileen. She is already my brother’s fiancée. You and her, it’s impossible. Leave with me now. I won’t let my brother know about this.”

“If you’ve got so much free time, you’d be better off reading more at home.” Eric exhaled a puff of smoke in irritation. His mature and handsome face didn’t reveal much emotion, but his icy voice clearly

onveyed his impatience.

“Indeed, I am idle. But who can blame me when I’m in love with you? Otherwise, I’d just be wasting my time, repeatedly making a fool of myself in front of you,” said Yvette, who had always approached him with an open heart and clear intentions.

These words were only being spoken now because Yvette was afraid of hearing a rejection from him.

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She would rather be misunderstood by others than disrupt the delicate balance of their relationship, which was as close as it was distant.

Every time, it was always her who deliberately drew close, maintaining an intimate distance with him. She skillfully made sure he couldn’t shake her off. Relying on her status, she continuously clung to his side.

However, when it came to matters of the heart, who could ever be certain? She found herself falling in love, and she didn’t want to deceive herself any longer.

Even if her mother disapproved, she was destined to be entwined with this person for life.

Eric had lived for twenty-six years. Let alone his pursuers, just the number of confessions he had received. alone was already more times than he could count.

Eric tossed his cigarette butt out of the car window, unbuckled his seatbelt, and stepped out. Without uttering a single word, he walked straight up to her and grabbed her by the throat, gradually tightening hist grip.

Yvette could sense the murderous intent in his eyes. At that moment, she truly believed he would kill her with his own hands, yet she didn’t struggle at all.

“I’ve made it clear. I am no gentleman, and I don’t appreciate others meddling in my affairs. Next time… I can’t guarantee that you will live to see the next day’s sun, Ms. Friedman.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The moment Eric saw her about to faint, he loosened his grip.

“Cough, cough, cough…” Yvette clutched her chest, gasping for air, and bent over, coughing non-stop.

Tears of helplessness welled up in Yvette’s eyes as she watched the car drive away. She collapsed to the ground, drained of all strength.

She gritted her teeth, and despite enduring all hardships, she stubbornly staggered to her feet. She got in the car and quickly chased after him.

But this time, Yvette lost the chase.

She looked around the bustling airport, but she never found him in the crowd.

Initially, when Eileen was relentlessly pursuing him, he never had any feelings for her. Now that Eileen was set to become the future Mrs. Smith of the Smith family, he was the one who couldn’t stop pursuing

her.

It seemed as if Yvette had made up her mind about Eric’s intentions. Knowing that his target was Eileen, she quickly booked a flight to Pillere.

Little did she know that all of this was part of Eric’s plan..

Eric, who had already returned the same way, received a call from Gavin in just fifteen minutes.

Gavin said, “Yvette has already bought a ticket to Pillere. The flight, with layovers, will take twelve hours.”

Eric replied, “Understood.”

Ever since Eric stepped down from his position as the CEO of Caerulus Corporation, Yvette would seize every opportunity to appear before him, spending almost all her time tracking Eric..

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Will insisted that he should move back permanently. By the time Eric returned to Undella Mansion, it was already half past eleven at night.

It seemed as if Elsie had been waiting for a long time.

The car keys in hand were tossed toward the foyer.

Elsie was eating the sour plums in her hand. These plums were specially air-freighted from overseas by Will. She was watching prenatal education videos, feeling bored.

“In a few months, this child will no longer be subject to abuse. I have served as your instrument of revenge for long enough, haven’t I? Tomorrow, Will is organizing a press conference to reveal your true identity and confirm your position as the eldest son of the Swan family. I believe… at that time, you wouldn’t want. her to discover your relationship with her.”

Eric replied, “Can’t you wait a little longer?”

“I have vowed to make the Swan family regret their existence!” Elsie turned around, her hand cradling her heavily pregnant belly. As she saw Eric’s hatred fade, a smile appeared on her lips. “Of course, except for you.”

“Eileen… I don’t think I need to handle her myself.” She stepped forward, skillfully buttoning up his black shirt, her eyes filled with seduction and allure. “We have been partners in crime for so many years. No one knows you better than I do. If you desire to inherit his fortune, why not… take me with you and let me be your woman. That would be the ultimate punishment for him. Without us lifting a finger, a mere provocation would be enough to make him suffer and die. This way… we won’t have to get our hands dirty, and no one will be able to trace it back to us.”

Eric narrowed his dangerous eyes, his hand gripping the back of her neck. Elsie winced in pain, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. “Your caution and plan are indeed commendable,” she said. “If

something happens to Will, she will return on her own, saving me the trouble of searching for her. But… how can you be certain that after Will’s death, I won’t harm you? After all, only the dead can truly keep a secret.”