Sir Your Ex wife is Already Dead

Chapter 9

Sir, Your Ex-wife is Already Dead by Frida Hammond Chapter 9 A Threat

This sound pierced through everything and made people feel unbearable pain in their hearts.

But Giancarlo remained cool. After a long time, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

“As for the Gardner Group, let’s do it.”

She didn’t know how long it had passed.

Jazmine woke up with a layer of sweat on her back. It was as if she had a nightmare, making her wish she was dead but unable to struggle.

The moment she opened her eyes, she subconsciously touched her abdomen.

But…

“Ms. Gardner?” the nurse beside her asked in a low voice, “Do you still feel uncomfortable?”

Jazmine then turned her head to look at the nurse blankly. What she saw was an unfamiliar face. The nurse was reserved, but there was a hint of undisguised pity on her face. This trace of pity ruthlessly pierced Jazmine’s heart.

Jazmine suddenly woke up. Her child was gone. It had been cruelly taken away not long after she learned about its existence.

“Where is Giancarlo?” Jazmine gripped the bed sheet tightly, her voice so hoarse that she could barely speak

The nurse was stunned and said hesitantly, “Mr. Tapia has something to do. He asked me to take care of you.”

Something?

Jazmine mocked herself, but when she looked down, her hot tears fell.

This kind of question was just asking to be humiliated. She knew better than anyone where Giancarlo could be.

The phone rang.

Jazmine picked up the phone with difficulty. A piercing cry immediately came through, “Jazmine, where are you?”

“Mom?” Jazmine’s throat was so tight that she sounded rough and hoarse.

However, the woman on the other end of the line did not notice Jazmine’s change. The woman’s voice became sharper, “Is

Giancarlo with you? Let him answer the phone.

“Let him answer the phone!”

She became even more desperate.

An instinctive bad premonition arose. Jazmine forced herself to endure the pain and sat up. Her throat was still hoarse, “Mom, what happened?”

The woman cried desperately, “The Gardner Group has been purchased. It’s completely bankrupt. Your father was almost

forced to die by those creditors.

“Jazmine, Jazmine!” The woman seemed to grasp the last straw and said repeatedly, “Giancarlo, yes. Go beg him. You are husband and wife. He will help you!”

Jazmine clenched her fists tightly. A trace of bitterness and sorrow flashed across her pale face. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Perhaps this turmoil in the Gardner Group was caused by Giancarlo.

“Okay, I see, Mom,” Jazmine said with difficulty.

After appeasing her mother, Jazmine hung up. The corners of her eyes were wet with tears.

There was a burst of pain from the wound and her abdomen was also very painful. She was forced to bend down slightly and looked up at the nurse. “Where is Giancarlo?”

There was only pain in Jazmine’s bright and beautiful eyes. Her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray shade, which was unbearable to look into.

The nurse avoided her gaze and sighed, “Mr. Tapia is with Ms. Larsen…”

“Why are you looking for me again?” The door was pushed open. Giancarlo came straight in. His cold eyes swept over the nurse, carrying a bit of heaviness and oppression.

The nurse suppressed what she had wanted to say. She lowered her head and walked out.

Rumors had it that Jazmine forced herself on Giancarlo, but now it seemed that the rumors were untrustworthy.

Jazmine’s body kept trembling. The emotions suppressed in her heart were mixed with hate and sorrow. She couldn’t tell which took the larger part.

“Giancarlo, you bought my father’s company.” Her voice was obscure. Every word was not a question but a statement.

But the hand pressed on the bed was clenched tightly. She was still waiting for the last straw.

Maybe… Maybe it was not Giancarlo. Maybe it was just a strategy of the opponent company.

However, Giancarlo’s cold voice shattered all illusions.

“Yes.”

He lowered his chin slightly and looked straight at the person on the bed. It looked like he was talking about something very

normal.

“Didn’t you say that you wouldn’t touch the Gardner family?” Jazmine’s tears rolled down her face as she gritted her teeth and asked sternly.

Her raised face was pale and thin, as if it would break with a slight pinch. Her eyes were filled with disbelief and hatred.

That hatred was like a knife, stabbing straight at Giancarlo.

Giancarlo subconsciously avoided her gaze, feeling a little uncomfortable, but he still spoke in a deep voice.

“Isn’t Robert still alive?” Giancarlo curled his lips in ridicule and said coldly, “If I wanted to touch the Gardner family, he

wouldn’t be able to live.”

Every word was cold and ruthless.

Giancarlo’s previous image was torn apart in her heart.

Jazmine felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her. Her entire body trembled from the cold. When had this familiar person in front of her become so unfamiliar?

Or was it that from the beginning, his goal had been to destroy the Gardner Group?

Jazmine staggered to her feet. Every time she moved, the wound would be torn open, but she still gritted her teeth and got up

step by step.

Giancarlo frowned even more, his fingers moving slightly, but he calmed down again.

“The Gardner Group should have been destroyed long ago.” He frowned, looked at the person in front of him, and said sarcastically, “When you insisted on marrying me, you should have been very clear.

“After all, you used indecent means to become Mrs. Tapia.”

Every word he said tore apart his previous hospitality.

Jazmine’s hands suddenly twitched and trembled. She closed her eyes in pain. It was indeed a result of self–destruction.

If he had not brought it up again, she would have almost forgotten that Giancarlo did not want to marry her back then, even if the Tapia family was inferior to the Gardner family.

But for the sake of so–called love, Jazmine married him regardless of everything. She promised to furnish the Tapia Group with her shares. In exchange, Giancarlo agreed to marry her.

“Giancarlo.”

Jazmine raised her head to look at him again. Her eyes were still clear but mixed with something else. It was tinged with a feeling of alienation, which made Giancarlo feel a little uncomfortable.

“Giancarlo,” she shouted again. Her nails dug deep into her hands. She bit her lips and fell to the ground with a clang. Tears

rolled down her face.

“Please, let the Gardner family go. It was my fault back then. I shouldn’t have forced this marriage. I regret it.”

Her knees hit the ground heavily. Her neck was white and slender, so delicate that it seemed like it was about to break. “I beg you, please spare the Gardner family. I promise that I will hide in places you can’t see in the future. I will stay far away from you and not disturb you. I beg you.”

Giancarlo’s lips tightened. His lips pursed into an unexpected arc. His eyes were also filled with strong emotions. There was a wave of indescribable anger in his chest. The anger grew stronger and stronger. He even wanted to reach out and break her

neck.

“Jazmine.” He stopped in front of her, bent down, and pinched her chin mercilessly. He said coldly and cruelly, “You want to leave now? No way.

“Unless…”

His finger bones were taut, and his every word was cold and sarcastic, “You want your father to stay in prison until he dies.”