The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 348 A Package

It was a dark and gloomy night.

After sending another wretched man off, Isabelle got u p from the bed mechanically and put on her shirt.

Wayne walked out of the room. When he saw Isabelle putting on her clothes, a lopsided grin crossed his face and he sneered, "Almost everybody has already seen your naked body. I don’t understand why you still want to put on some clothes."

Isabelle did not say anything in return. She just threw an indifferent gaze at Wayne and then turned her head back once more.

Infuriated by her look, Wayne snarled, "Am I wrong? Everyone knows that you’re nothing but a worthless slut."

Isabelle turned to look at him and said coldly, "Ha!

Says the man who needs his wife to pay back his debt with her own body. You truly have opened my eyes, Wayne."

Wayne let out a cold laugh. He walked up to Isabelle and gave her a slap on the face. "You must have a lot o f nerve to say that to me, you slut. Who do you think put me into this kind of situation in the first place? You should be thanking God that I'm still willing to give you clothes and food, so it's your responsibility to show some gratitude and help me pay back my debt." Isabelle thought she had completely gotten used to her life. However, she still could not help clenching her hands into fists right now.

She charged forward and scratched Wayne's face. Filled with rage, she barked out, "I'm the heiress of the Shelby Family! You will pay the price for treating me like this! Just you wait!"

Wayne curled his lips. He effortlessly grabbed Isabelle's hands and flung her away. "Heiress? Who do you think you are? Even though you bear the same surname as Susan, do you think you can be compared t o her? Do you have a father who decides the fate of a country or a husband whose wealth is compared to a nation? Isabelle Shelby, no matter how great one's ambition is, if they are destined to fail, they'll fail. I don't know if you have heard of this phrase before or not, but it's referring to you. You're tenacious, I'll give you that. Your body is dirty, yet you're still able to hypnotize yourself into refusing to see the truth. Perhaps I should compliment you instead, Miss Tenacious?"

Something inside Isabelle's brain snapped when she heard Susan's name.

"I'm going to kill you!" She dashed toward Wayne like a lunatic.

However, her attempt was futile, as Wayne grabbed her neck in one quick and swift motion. As his expression grew vile, he hissed, "You want to kill me? I'll kill you first!"

"You..." Isabelle glared at him.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Then, a cultured and elegant man emerged.

"You guys seem busy. Is this a bad time?" The man smiled.

"Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?" Wayne flung Isabelle to one side and glared vigilantly at the man.

The man did not look like he had come here for pleasure.

Julian had planted some of his men to monitor them around the clock. Logically, this man should not have had a chance to get close to them, as Julian's men would stop anyone the moment they set eyes on them.

Therefore, how had this man come in?

"You are worried about Julian's guys, correct?" The man grinned. "Don't worry, I’ve gotten rid of them already. Besides, I'm quite capable myself, so I can assure you that Julian will not realize anything is wrong for at least three days."

Isabelle and Wayne's eyes glowed.

If Julian's men were gone, did that mean that they could escape now?

Even though she was excited about it, Isabelle did not drop her guard and stared at the man. "Who are you?" "Well, you don’t have to know who I am. All you have t o know is that Julian is my enemy and I can help you escape from him." The man beamed at them.

"What proof do you have, and why should we trust you?" Wayne asked. He was worried that this was just another trap.

The man smiled. Then, he went into the restroom and washed the makeup off his face.

When he came out of the restroom, both Wayne and Isabelle were stunned.

The man's makeup technique was too magical. After h e washed everything off his face, he looked entirely different from the man that had come in just now.

Most importantly, both of them knew the man standing right in front of them.

"You are... Joseph Shaw?" Isabelle asked, her tone laced thick with disbelief.

Joseph smiled. "Yeah, it's me. I guess my face is good enough to make you believe that I’m not on good terms with Julian."

Everyone knew about the fight between Joseph and Julian. Isabelle swiveled her eyes in their sockets and then asked, "What do you want? I'm afraid that I can’t help you."

"No, you can," Joseph said, offering Isabelle a knowing smile. "According to what I've heard, you have something in your hand. Give me that thing, and together we will destroy Julian and Susan!"

Isabelle's eyes lit up.

She hated both Julian and Susan to the bone after what they had done to her. She was willing to do anything to destroy both of them.

After half an hour, Joseph emerged from Wayne's house. He had put on make-up anew, so he looked nothing like himself anymore.

While facing the door, Isabelle threw her head backward and laughed frantically. "Susan, in the end, you will still fall into my hands. I'd like to see how you're going to get out this time."

Wayne threw her a contemptuous look and said, "Stop laughing and get going."

Joseph had put down all of Julian’s men, so now was their best opportunity to escape.

"You don't say," Isabelle sneered.

Both of them packed their stuff as fast as possible and then walked toward the door.

When they tried to open the door, they realized that somebody had locked them up from the outside.

What was happening?

Isabelle and Wayne hastily went to open the window but to no avail. All the windows were sealed as well.

"Joseph! It must have been Joseph!" Isabelle’s face turned pale as a bad hunch stirred within her.

However, before they could do anything, an explosion was heard from behind them. They turned their heads back and realized the kitchen was on fire.

"Fire! Fire!" Isabelle was flustered.

"Don't just stand there and shout like an idiot! Come and help me put the fire out!" Wayne shouted.

He went forward and tried to put out the fire, but the fire spread too quickly. Soon, the entire room was engulfed by the fire.

Panic welled quickly inside of Isabelle and Wayne. They smashed the windows and the door for all they were worth, but both the windows and the door were tightly locked. No matter how hard they smashed them, they would not budge.

"Help! Help!” Isabelle shouted, but nobody responded.

The fire was getting bigger as Isabelle watched on. The heat seared her skin, and the smoke clogged her airways. She fell on the floor as despair enveloped her whole body.

It was Joseph. It must have been him. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

After getting what he wanted, the man was now trying to erase them from the surface of the world.

However, it was too late now.

They were trapped in an endless chrysalis of regret and pain, and the light soon left Isabelle and Wayne’s eyes.

The fire had destroyed every piece of evidence.

Joseph had already gone far away. He turned his head around to look at the fire as a dark glint flashed across his eyes.

He had already gotten what he wanted. Isabelle was of no use to him anymore, and he could not expose his whereabouts.

Dead men told no tales. Thus, Isabelle and Wayne had t o die.

Joseph studied the photo on his cell phone meticulously and expressionlessly. After a long while, his lips curled up in a contorted grin.

'Julian, I've told you before. He who laughs last, laughs best. I would like to see who won this time.’

The next day was a sunny day.

Madam Shaw was sipping her tea when a servant brought in a package.