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Chapter 58 “Have you truly let go? Yet here you are, seemingly concerned about me. You're making noise about the divorce and are still unwilling to tell the elders the truth, Jerstated.
Mikayla chuckled inwardly.
Jernever believed she would actually seek a divorce. Probably no one who knew her did.
This was the outcof her infatuated mind.
Persuading her uncle and aunt to approve the divorce posed a significant challenge.
The family business was currently under their control, and for the sake of her grandfather, she couldn't afford to create a rift.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTheir opposition would persist unless she gained enough power to wield absolute authority.
She needed to amass wealth and establish a career swiftly.
“Is this what you mean by concern?” Mikayla gestured toward the thermos.
“I did bring this specifically for you. Grandma instructedto oversee your drinking it.” Jerfelt a headache. He assumed it was the sploy as last time.
“Take it away. | don’t have tfor your antics.” “This is a special ‘kidney-strengthening’ medicine recommended by at renowned doctor,” Mikayla emphasized the words “kidney-strengthening”.
“I will watch you finish it and record a video for Grandma.” Jerunderstood what Mikayla was thinking from her tone. His hands face darkened.
“Pour it away.
Mikayla regretted it.
She said, “These are Grandma's sincere intentions. Are you sure you want to waste them?” Jerclosed his eyes.
“Mikayla, if you continue to make trouble, | don’t mind showing you in practice. whether | need kidney- strengthening.” Mikayla caught the threat in Jerome's words: She put down the thermos and said gently, “I understand your masculine dignity must not be compromised. It’s okay. You can secretly drink the medicine when no one is around.” When Jerome's cold gaze swept over, Mikayla briskly retreated to the office door.
“Who has the tto care about you? Arrogant egomaniac!” Having said that, Mikayla coldly snorted and left with her head held high.
Mike watched Mikayla walk away before he entered the inner office.
“Mr. Miller, are you okay?” “What does her condition have to do with me?” Feeling irritated with a headache coming on, Jerinstructed, “Take the thermos out and throw it away!” Mike picked up the thermos. It emitted a strong herbal smell.
“Mr. Miller, what is this for, and why don’t you drink it?” Jerreplied in an unpleasant tone, “If you're so curious, drink it yourself to find out.” Mike was left speechless.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I'll pour it away now.” Mikayla thought that Jerwas a sneaky eavesdropper who remained arrogantly self-righteous.
She seethed in the car, expressing her frustration.
She cursed him for his renal deficiency. Marrying him would only mean. becoming a widow! After more than ten minutes, Mikayla arrived at the beauty salon.
She prepared her card and then sent the room number to Betty. Betty soon arrived at the VIP room.
Today, Betty was dressed more formally than the last tat home. She looked rich and elegant. She wore a Chanel black coat and held a Hermes handbag.
Mikayla greeted her with a smile.
“Betty, you're here.” Betty smiled as she said, “There was a bit of traffic on the way, so I'm late. | apologize.” “No problem, | just arrived. Let's start with the spa. I've booked the best technician here.” After a simple rinse, they lay on the beauty bed.
Mikayla casually asked, “Betty, has Mr. Lane been busy lately?” Betty replied, “Quite busy.” After a few brief sentences, they began to enjoy the massage.
Mikayla handed Betty a beauty tea and started chatting, “Betty, how long have you and Mr. Lane been married? Both of you must share a very deep relationship, right?”