Marriage With A Evil Heart

From the utility room came rustling sounds as Sherry rummaged through her belongings.

After a while, Sherry stealthily emerged. As soon as her foot touched the living room, I pressed the switch, flooding the entire hall with light. The sudden brightness made Sherry instinctively shield her eyes with her arm, startled by the unexpected turn of events. She tightened her grip on the items in her hands and hesitantly lowered her arm, saying, “Mrs. Brown…”

Edith, presumably alerted by the noise, hastily came running down from one of the guest rooms on the first floor.

Seated on the sofa, I fixed a piercing gaze on the startled Sherry and calmly asked, “What are you doing?”

Sherry stared back at me, her eyes filled with resentment, swallowing nervously without uttering a word.

“You dare to break into my house in the middle of the night just to retrieve your things. I truly underestimated your audacity,” I remarked in a cold tone. “Sherry, what do you think will happen if I call the police?”

“Daisy, there’s no need to intimidate me. I’m just here to take my belongings,” Sherry retorted, tilting her head defiantly.

“Take your belongings? Of course, you can take them, but certainly not at this hour and definitely not without permission to sneak in,” I responded, my voice calm and composed.

“Daisy, don’t act all high and mighty. I’ve worked here for eight years, with both merits and hard work. You fired me, not fair enough, and having your man injure me! I bet even with my current injuries, you will not get any benefit. Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re rich,” Sherry argued.

I smiled faintly. “Fine, Edith, call the police!” I ordered coldly, then turned to Sherry. “I’ll give you a chance to make your case. You can explain everything in detail to the police.”

“Okay,” Edith responded promptly, taking out her phone and dialing.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Sherry’s face turned pale, and she instinctively shifted the bag she was holding behind her back.

“Wait!”

Robert’s voice echoed from the upstairs platform.

I smirked slightly-talk about perfect timing.

Edith held off on dialing, waiting for my instructions.

Robert, wearing casual home attire, descended with sleepy eyes. He cast a glance at me, sitting confidently on the sofa, then walked over and sat down next to me.

Sherry’s eyes noticeably brightened, shifting her intense gaze from me to Robert.

Robert turned his stern gaze towards the disheveled Sherry, his face dark, eyes piercing. He couldn’t contain his anger as he questioned her, “What are you doing here in the middle of the night? How did you get in?”

“I came to get my things?” Sherry appeared somewhat guilty.

“Well, then, let’s see what you’re taking,” I stared at the bag in her hands. “Edith, take her things.”

Edith responded and moved to take the items from Sherry. Sherry immediately resisted, turning to Robert and shouting, “Mr. Brown, these are all my personal belongings, and I need them tomorrow! They are all underwear and cosmetics.”

Cosmetics!

Fine, she indeed came to retrieve those items, thankfully, I have swapped it.

Having figured out her true intentions, I suddenly felt at ease. I lazily leaned back on the sofa, entering spectator mode once again.

I’m curious to see how Robert will handle this.