When He Married My Savior in Secret (Freda Lane) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Cyril clenched his fists tightly, his bloodshot eyes filling with tears as he lost control of his emotions and smashed the computer to the ground.

He went completely berserk, kicking over the wine tower, destroying the big screen, and grabbing the documents mixed with glass shards from the floor. He ripped them to shreds, blood staining the white papers and dripping onto the ground.

Then, he suddenly started laughing manically.

He laughed until tears streamed down his face.

“Baby, you must hate me so fucking much right now, don’t you? You’re never gonna forgive me, are you…”

“How was I so goddamn stupid to think I could hide this from you?”

Cyril stumbled backward, his heart feeling like it was being carved open with a dull knife. The pain flowed through

is bloodstream to every part of his body, making him wish he were dead.

Jolie sat frozen in terror. She’d never seen the usually composed Cyril completely lose his mind like this.

She didn’t dare speak, even breathing carefully. All she wanted was to escape from here immediately.

Suddenly, Cyril turned to look at her, and her body jolted violently.

“Cy–Cyril. Don’t be sad. Miss Freda will come back. If she can’t stand me being around, I’ll disappear forever.” She forced herself to offer comfort, her seductive face filled with terror.

Cyril let out a cold laugh and walked up to her. “You don’t need to leave. You’re staying right here with me.”

Seeing him regain his composure, she felt slightly relieved–Cyril still loved her. But his next words plunged her into icy despair.

“Once I dig up all shit you’ve done, you’ll wish you were never born.”

Cyril’s usually gentle face showed a murderous expression as he ordered his men to take Jolie away.

Jolie was too scared to make a sound. Only when she was being dragged out of the ballroom did she remember to beg for mercy.

“Cyril, please…I’m innocent…”

Cyril closed his eyes, but he still couldn’t block out the images he’d just seen. Freda’s pale face haunted him like a

curse.

He tried to control his emotions and regain his rationality before leaving the ballroom.

He had his assistant look up information about whoever bought the Lane family mansion. No matter how much it

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cost, he had to buy it back.

“Mr. Prescott, nice to see you again.” Edric looked at Cyril’s ashen face and couldn’t help but mock him. “You think buying back the Lane mansion will make up for all your mistakes?”

“Cut the crap. I’ll pay triple the price.” Cyril’s face was stone–cold.

“Not for sale.”

“You’re selling whether you want to or not. You’re just some small–time lawyer–what makes you think you can go up against the Prescott family? Ten times the price. You have one day to work with my assistant.” Cyril’s voice was ice cold with warning.

Edric smiled dismissively and stood up to leave. “You can try whatever you want. I have some business, excuse me.”

Cyril’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the lawyer’s retreating figure. “You know where my wife is, don’t you? She had you deliver those documents, so you’re still in contact with her!”

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