Chapter 477: 477: One set in the face, another behind the back

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Chapter 477: 477: One set in the face, another behind the back

Sean Price reminded indifferently: “Madame Evans, let me remind you that if you don’t tell the truth, don’t blame our CEO for being merciless. There aren’t many companies under the Evans family’s name, and you’ve already lost three of them. Also, let me inform you that we won’t touch the companies left by Mrs. Nina Hughes because they are, after all, left behind by our wife’s mother, which is our CEO’s mother-in-law’s painstaking effort. In the future, those companies will be managed by our wife.”

“But the Evans family...” Sean Price looked regretful: “CEO, I’m afraid Madame Evans won’t be telling the truth. Looking at the Evans family now, there’s not much left. I guess after a few more burnings, there will be nothing left. It’s really dull.”

Moira Besian’s body swayed, almost falling on the ground. She then glared at Xaviera Evans with a vicious look, suppressing her anger, “Xaviera, the Evans family is also your home!”

“Madame Evans, our CEO is short on time. If you continue to stall and anger him, I’m sorry, but your Evans family will be left with nothing!”

Moira Besian’s face turned pale, her heart pounding. Why didn’t the little bitch Xaviera tell her family when she married Caleb Mamet? Shouldn’t she have given the Evans family a sum of money to tide over the crisis and bring benefits to the family?

“Madame Evans, our CEO just wants to know the truth. Why did you marry our wife to Mr. Edwin Sutton? Was it just for the money? If it was for money, there were many options in Libanan. Why choose Edwin Sutton, who has a tendency to abuse? Or is it true what Mr. Sutton said that your Evans family just wanted Mr. Sutton to torture our wife to death?”



Madame Evans was shocked: “No, no! He’s talking nonsense!”

Then the flames rose again, and another paper turned to ashes, representing another company of the Evans family gone.

Moira Besian felt as if a fishbone was stuck in her throat, barely holding back her anger, and hurriedly explained: “We didn’t want to torture Xaviera to death, but we thought she had a stubborn temperament, so we wanted to...”



Sean Price mocked, “I recall Miss Mag Evans just said that everything was for our wife’s sake, and your proposal of this marriage was to have someone to take care of her. It seemed as if our wife was ungrateful if she didn’t accept your good intentions! You usually pretend to be gentle and sensible, but actually, you wanted to harm our wife behind her back!”

Moore looked at Mag unbelievably.

Sean Price continued to accuse: “Miss Mag Evans, as the daughter of a mistress, you really have a different face behind a person’s back! Selling our wife to Edwin Sutton is to torture her to death!”

The audience was deadly silent, and everyone looked incredulously at the scene.

Mag retreated a few steps, quickly retorting, “Sister, no! I know you still resent me, but Moore and I are getting married. What more do you want!”

Another piece of paper turned to ashes.

Mag’s eyes widened, staring at the ashes on the ground, “I...I didn’t do it, don’t burn it, don’t burn it! I didn’t do it!”

At Caleb’s glance, Sean Price continued to burn.

Seeing that there were only a few sheets of paper left in the file, Moira Besian felt her heart was about to stop beating.