My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 82

Seeing Neville’s grim face. Madison seemed to sober up a lot. She pushed away Ethan’s hand and struggled to stand upright.

Neville strode over to Madison, grasped her wrist, and roughly pulled her towards the door. Madison was dragged along. about to rebuke him when he spoke up in fury. “If you want to stay and get Ethan to drink you under the table, feel free to speak up!”

Madison knew that although she had a business relationship with Ethan, it seemed likely they would cross paths often in the fiture. However, if she were forcibly taken away by Neville, that would be another matter. She seemed to acquiesce to Neville’s actions but didn’t want to be led around by him. She tried to pull her hand back but found his grip ironclad, impossible to escape. As they neared the door, Ethan’s voice came from behind. “Neville, Miss Guzman is no longer your wife, but my esteemed guest. Aren’t you going too far by taking her away like this?” Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Neville felt he hadn’t punished Ethan enough. He turned and kicked the table directly. Bottles and glasses shattered, liquor splashed everywhere, drenching everyone nearby. The bottle in front of Ethan, just opened, made him suffer the most. His bruised face was instantly washed with red wine, stinging fiercely

Neville coldly said, “Even if it’s something I don’t want, it’s none of your business, Ethan!”

The onlookers regarded Madison with a hint of amusement in their expressions. Madison suddenly felt a lump in her throat. Exerting all her strength, she withdrew her fingers from Neville’s grip and stumbled out. Neville caught up with her. grabbing her slender shoulder, teeth gritted, saying. “Didn’t I warn you? You can go find any man you want, but Ethan is absolutely off-limits. He is just interested in you because of me!”

Smack! Madison slapped Neville across the face, eyes reddening. “Neville, do you always see me as so despicable

A fire ignited in Neville’s chest, thinking. Not only has this woman become unmanageable, but she is also provoking me repeatedly. I have never been slapped by a woman before, and she broke that precedent. Yet, seeing Madison’s tearful eyes, he strangely felt a lump in his throat. He couldn’t help but compromise in his mind, ‘Forget it. A real man doesn’t quarrel with women.” Then he immediately took out his phone. “Who is this child?”

Madison’s mind went blank when she saw the photo of Jeremy. It seemed like every inch of her skin was crawling with fear. But she knew she couldn’t panic right now. If Neville really found out everything about Jeremy, he wouldn’t come rushing to find her. Pretending to have a headache from drinking, she leaned her head against the wall and softly said, “You don’t think I secretly had a child behind your back, do you?”

Neville’s gaze remained firmly fixed on her. “This child looks exactly like me, and you’re the only woman I’ve slept with in my life. Tell me, how do you explain this?”

Madison felt a wave of disdain in her heart, mocking, ‘A s c u m b a g is a s c u m b a g, full of lies and no shame. You have spent so many years with Alison, yet you said you never have touched her. Who would believe it? If it weren’t for knowing how good Alison was, you wouldn’t have repeatedly called out her name during the nights we spent together back then. Then, Madison spoke up. “Mr. Preston, you should know better than anyone who you’ve slept with. Besides, this child looks about five years old. If that boy was truly mine, I probably would have said something three years ago. Would I need to go to such lengths to win your affection?”

Neville had to admit that Madison was speaking the truth. If she really had his child, she could easily use the child to tie him. down. Even if he loathed her, he would still spare her a few glances for the

child’s sake. Neville abruptly grasped her chin. forcing her to look at him. “You’d better not lie to me, or you won’t live to leave Norxton!”

Madison sneered. “Mr. Preston, you’re overthinking it. I wouldn’t bother making myself miserable

Since their divorce, every time Madison saw Neville, she became p r i c k l , which made him feel a bit frustrated. He abruptly released her fingers and instead gripped her wrist. “Come with me. This isn’t where you should be.”

This time, Madison didn’t struggle/Instead, she gave him a flirting smile. “Since when did Mr. Preston care so much about my affairs? Could it be that you’re still hung up on me?”

Neville seemed stung by Madison’s words, releasing her wrist abruptly. He turned to leave but then, as if realizing something, quickly strode back to her. I don’t have a habit of looking back, but based on our past acquaintance, I’ll advise you a few words. But if you’re bent on self-destruction, then so be it. With these harsh words, he left, his coattails brushing against Madison’s wrist, leaving a burning sensation.

As Madison entered the restroom, she felt utterly drained. After splashing her cheeks with cold water, she immediately called Ariel. “Ariel, keep a close eye on Jeremy recently. Don’t let him step foot off Warcana Island!” She made up her mind that she would never let Neville find out about Jeremy. Even the assistant who flew with Jeremy was granted leave by Madison to stay on Warcana Island.

As for the surveillance footage left by Jeremy during the layover, the mother and son had reached a silent agreement. As soon as he disembarked the plane, they would employ hacking techniques to erase the recordings

Ryan’s sudden appearance that day was rather unexpected, catching sight of the surveillance footage before Madison could act. She vowed inwardly, ‘Such surprises will never occur again!

When Neville arrived at the parking lot, he saw Alison and Michael arguing. His gaze brushed past her, and he drove away. without acknowledging her. Alison, feeling embarrassed by his indifference, stood frozen in place, intending to greet him.

Michael couldn’t resist a taunt. Is this what you call leverage? Seems like in Neville’s eyes, you still can’t compare to his ex-

wife.

Alison gritted her teeth. “Neville just doesn’t want to lose face because of Madison. After all, she used to be his wife.”

Michael mocked, “Are you really that naive? I wonder why Ethan is backing this play today.”

Alison, impatient, said, “Michael, go back first. I have something to discuss with Ethan.”

Michael bluntly exposed. “He told you to scram, yet you’re still trying to worm your way in. Isn’t that asking for trouble?”

Ignoring Michael’s sarcasm, Alison walked straight to the elevator. Since Neville left alone earlier, it meant that Madison was still inside. Everything was just as she expected; Neville simply didn’t care about Madison, or else he wouldn’t have left her with those wolves inside there. A cold smile tugged at the corner of Alison’s lips.

As Madison was about to leave, a waiter suddenly approached her. “Miss Guzman, Mr. Collins asked you to come to room 801 to help him retrieve a document.”