Revenge with Her Quadruplets

Chapter 11 You'll Lose a Layer of Skin

Chapter 11 You'll Lose a Layer of Skin

Eleanor narrowed her eyes. Her imagination was definitely beyond their reach.

She had to give the comer a surprise, or she'd lose sleep.

As a vindictive woman, she really knew a lot of special skills.

"Ah..." Eleanor suddenly screamed and turned to run.

The "female ghost" hanging on the window smirked. But was her reaction a little slow?

A minute later, Eleanor came out carrying a basin of blood. A chill flashed through her eyes. "Abracadabra! Let you never reincarnate."

Then she splashed the "ghost" with it.

The "female ghost" was drenched in red liquid from head to toe.

The atmosphere became even weirder.

Then there was a scream. "Ah... It's so hot. It hurts. What the hell was this? It hurts!"

The "female ghost" began to howl, attracting the butler and bodyguards below.

Eleanor pretended to be surprised. "Oh! I thought it was really a female ghost. It turned out to be a man! What was to be done? This is spicy venom water. You'll lose a layer of skin."

The man was so angry! What the hell was spicy venom water?

Was she a woman? If it was another woman, she'd have fainted from fright. How could she react like that?!

"Snap..." Lights lit up all around. The man turned pale under his mask. Then he was captured by the butler and the bodyguards.

"Mrs. Moore, have a good night. I'll tell you the truth tomorrow morning." The butler was always respectful to Eleanor.

"Thank you!"

Eleanor's eyes were cold, but her words were warm. Except for Michael, no one was so boring!

When everything quieted down, Eleanor went back to continue to sleep.

But Eleanor was awakened by the ringing of her cell phone early in the morning. She answered the phone with bleary eyes.

"Ellie, my husband and I fought again," Arielle sobbed.

Eleanor's voice was languid and hoarse. "Then why are you still alive!"

"Ahhhh... Eleanor, how can you say so? I'm almost heartbroken." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Arielle cried bitterly.

"That bastard has a mistress. Ellie, what should I do? I'm going to die."

Eleanor hung up the phone and threw the phone away. Waylon quickly sat up, touched the part where he was hit, and frowned slightly in pain.

However, Eleanor didn't even open her eyes and continued to sleep.

When she woke up again, it was already past nine in the morning.

Eleanor stretched out comfortably. Then she contentedly looked at Waylon, who was sitting on the bed, and said with a smile, "Good morning, sweetie!"

Waylon looked angry and replied coldly, "You threw the phone on me after finishing the call."

Eleanor sat up abruptly. She always got up on the wrong side of the bed. Did she answer the phone just now?

"Sorry! Sweetie, I'm sorry. Are you hurt? Let me see."

How could she hit her son? It was so terrible.

If only it were Sebastian who was hit. He couldn't feel any pain now!

"I'm fine!" Seeing her anxious, Waylon was cold but his voice softened a lot.

"Hmph! You're really good at throwing things. Your friend called you again and scolded you harshly."

Eleanor was speechless. She carefully took the phone and took a look. It was Arielle's call. She just thought she was dreaming.

Arielle sent three hundred messages to her. Eleanor only read the last one.

[Arielle: Ellie, that bitch is not as beautiful or sexy as me. Her breasts are not as big as mine. I really can't live. That woman is so shameless. She messaged my husband to go to the hotel.]

Eleanor shook her head slightly and massaged her back.

[Eleanor: Aria, it's never a woman's fault. It's just that men are too promiscuous. Life is not easy. Don't be sad.]

After that, Eleanor put down her phone. Seeing her son getting out of bed, she cautiously stretched out and held him.