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After David was bailed out, the first thing he did was to fix his two broken front teeth. Then, he
continued his playboy ways under the Schmidts' protection. Despite having bruises all over his face, he
remained unbothered and hired a couple of young models to have fun with.
For that, he took Viagra to treat his erectile dysfunction, but he ended up overdosing. His eyes rolled
back, and he foamed from the mouth. He had to be rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Upon learning about the incident, Victor was frustrated and worried. He had no choice but to keep it to
himself while discreetly searching for a way to treat David's condition.
He felt fortunate that the Taylors had withdrawn their lawsuit against David. Hence, he decided to lay
low for a while before thinking about revenge.
On the other hand, Simon suffered a worse fate. He was beaten up at the parking garage and later
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtstuffed with excrement in the mouth, just like Nathan had promised Colene.
In the aftermath, Simon lost his appetite for days, as he was traumatized by the scent of the excrement.
Not only that, he vomited violently and ran a fever.
Such humiliation was worse than death. He couldn't help but wonder about the despicable person who
had fed him excrement.
One night, Simon woke up in the middle of the night, feeling weak. He suddenly recalled the glimpse of
the lapel pin on one of the hooligans. It was a motif of a red bird.
He thought it looked like a Northern cardinal, which reminded him of the largest gang in Solana City,
the Ivory Gang.
At the thought, he yelled and held his head in fear, his teeth chattering and his body covered in sweat.
One day, delegations, along with the leadership from five major metropolises, convened in Solana City
to meet with the city mayor and congresspeople. It was clearly a very important meeting.
As the wife of a representative, Daisy had started preparing her attire from a week ago. Her dress was
full of intricate embroidery, reminiscent of the frivolity of Marie Antoinette.
Ever since her marriage to Timothy Clemons, she had meticulously paved his path to success. She
networked with elected officials and businessmen, crafted his public image, and campaigned for him.
After much stress and monetary investment, she finally got him to where he was.
Now that Timothy was well-connected, all that was left was the election. If elected, he'd be the new
mayor of Solana City, which was one step closer to her dream of being the First Lady one day.
While tying Timothy's tie for him, she nagged at him to remind him of things to be said at the meeting
and ways to maintain his image. Looking irritated, he snapped, "Enough! I'm tired of all that talk."
Swatting her hand away, he sorted out his tie with a frown and grumbled, "You were quite a cool
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwoman in the past. Why do you sound like my mom now?"
"You ingrate! Are you complaining about me now after your career has taken off?" Daisy jabbed a
finger at his temple and jeered, "Without me, you wouldn't be where you are. Remember, Timothy
Clemons, you're nothing without me!"
He glowered at her and entered the bathroom. After he left, his phone buzzed. Daisy, who had secretly
gotten her hand on his passcode, unlocked his phone.
Upon seeing his passionate chat histories with multiple women, she erupted in anger. Dashing into the
bathroom, she tossed the phone onto him and growled, "Timothy Clemons, how dare you cheat on
me? That's betrayal!"
Stunned, he mumbled, "Did you just check my phone without my permission? How could you—"