Ex Husband Goes Money Comes

Chapter 450

Chapter 450 Secret on the Old House’s Top Floor

“Who is better–looking, he or I?” Ormand asked as he narrowed his eyes and looked at Viola. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Viola chuckled. “You’re better–looking.”

Ormand was not satisfied. “Is his figure good? Does he dance well?”

Tsk, tsk, tsk. The elevator was filled with jealousy.

Viola held back her laughter as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She got close to Ormand’s ear and said something softly.

Ormand instantly stopped being jealous after hearing that. His upset look disappeared.

Ormand rubbed his high nose against the tip of Viola’s. He said in a husky voice, “When we get

home, I’ll show you my dance. Do you want to see a sexy one or a beautiful one?”

“I want one that’s both sexy and beautiful.” Viola tried to hold back her laughter.

Ormand lowered his head and kissed her red lips. “OK. But from now on, you are not allowed to look at other men when they perform this kind of revealing dance.”

Viola was speechless. “The first half of his dance is quite regular. I didn’t expect his style in the

latter half to be like that. But to be honest, this contestant has varied and diverse dance styles. This

is very good.”

Viola unintentionally praised Brogan. Ormand’s face instantly sank. “He’s seducing you! He’s a

jerk! He performed a revealing dance in front of a married woman! He has bad intentions!”

Viola almost failed to hold back her laughter. She hurriedly rubbed the back of Ormand’s neck and

coaxed him, “Alright, alright, alright. I won’t watch that anymore. I can’t stand the jealousy of a

certain guy. It’s killing me.

Only then was Ormand satisfied. He walked out of the Angle Building confidently and resolutely.

Viola looked at the tall building that was gradually getting further and further away. Suddenly, a

sense of doubt rose in her heart.

“Ormand, why do you always come over to check on me every time other men stand beside me in

Angle Group? Do you have a spy around me?”

Ormand’s back stiffened.

Viola looked at his expression and narrowed her eyes. “Tell me. Be honest, and I will be lenient!”

“Let me explain.” His face paled.

Viola grabbed his cheek, twisted it, and asked seriously, “Who is your spy?”

Ormand did not reply.

If Ormand told her, he was betraying the person. After all, that person had helped him a lot. It was

not righteous to betray the person.

Thinking of this, Ormand changed the subject. “Viola, why don’t you guess?”

“You’re not telling me? You still want to protect the spy?”

Viola pinched his cheek harder. “Ormand, I won’t guess. I’ll investigate it. Once I find out, you and that person will be in trouble!”

Be in trouble?

Ormand shivered all over. He didn’t want to be punished for this.

Ormand couldn’t accept it!

“Honey, I bribed the people around you just to ensure that you are safe when you are out of my sight. Moreover, they did what I said because I am your husband. But they are still your people.”

Viola’s face was dark. She keenly noticed his words, “You said ‘They‘? It seems that there is more than one spy? How many spies are there in the Angle Group? Does the McGraw Group also have some?”

Ormand was instantly speechless.

He thought, what should I do now?

He seemed to have leaked his secret!

When Viola caught a glimpse of his expression, she knew that Ormand was thinking of something bad and continued to pinch his face angrily.

“Hiss…” Ormand’s face tightened, and he gasped. “Viola, be gentle. If you pinch me again, it will be sw ollen. And my face will be ugly.”

Viola let go unwillingly and pinched the soft flesh on his waist.

“Go back and write a list of their names for me. If you resist, you will be punished. The disciple planks o f the family are ready. If you dare to deceive me, you will suffer!”

“Be gentle.”

Ormand did not dodge. He put his hands around Viola’s slender waist tightly and shrank into her

arms.

“Honey, don’t be angry. When we get back, I’ll make you some tea to help you cool down.“.

As Viola saw that Ormand didn’t resist, half of her anger disappeared. Viola looked at her stomach. “My belly is still a bit uncomfortable. Rub it for me.”

“Alright, my dear wife.”

Ormand would do anything as long as he wouldn’t get beaten up.

Ormand immediately got out of Viola’s arms and rubbed her belly carefully.

Viola laughed and teased Ormand, “I like it when you are hen– pecked. Don’t check on me so often. You should trust me!”

Ormand did not agree and retorted, “It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just that my wife is too beautiful. I t rust you very much, but I don’t trust those coquettish men outside.”

“Alas.”

Viola sighed.

The night before the banquet.

The Felton’s house.

Ronian had sent someone to deliver the custom–made exquisite dress. It was in Sherlyn’s room.

Sherlyn stood by the window, occasionally poking her head out and glancing in the direction of the top f loor.

Recently, Sherlyn had been observing the situation on the top floor.

She found that every day at mealtime, someone would send food up. The food was just enough for one person.

Sherlyn thought, if only my mother lived on the top floor, then the person who attacked me with the asht ray should be her.

But why did mother attack me?

I, Ronian, Konner, and Jennifer are all her biological children. But why is her attitude toward me so different?

Moreover, as Mrs. Felton, she should have a high status. Why would she have a scar on her wrist?

And why were Konner and Jennifer so strange when they saw her appear in the dining room?

Suspicion grew in her heart. Sherlyn sat on the bed and didn’t want to sleep at all.

Tomorrow was the return banquet. Sherlyn was the daughter of the Felton family, but Ronian was

unwilling to tell her the secrets of the Felton family.

Sherlyn was a little upset.

All the servants in the Felton’s old house were busy with the banquet. It was the best time to monitor. Co

Her heart was tangled for a long time, fear and strong curiosity, constantly fighting in her heart.

And finally, curiosity won.

At midnight, the Felton’s old house was quiet without a sound.

It was as if the entire house had fallen into a deep sleep.

Sherlyn was wearing slippers and holding an eyebrow razor from the dressing table. She slowly

walked to the top floor.

Sherlyn decided to take a look at the iron door and check the situation first, just like last time.

When Sherlyn arrived at the top floor, the corridor inside the iron gate was dark and silent, and the cold wind was blowing in waves. It was strange and cre

Sherlyn mustered up her courage and shook the iron door. The thick iron chain collided with the door fra

“Mother?”

Sherlyn whispered.

Sherlyn waited for a while, but there was no reaction. It seemed that the person on the top floor was

asleep.

It seemed that Sherlyn could only try to climb out of the window.

Sherlyn turned around and was about to leave when an obvious sound of iron chains suddenly came

from a room in the corridor.

It was the sound of heavy iron chains dragging on the floor, the sound of friction.

Because the surroundings were too quiet, this voice was very abrupt.

“Mother? Is that you?”

Sherlyn asked again, but there was still no response.

It was creepy, really creepy.

“What are you doing here?”

A man’s deep and cold voice came from behind Sherlyn without warning.

Sherlyn was so frightened that her entire body trembled. She turned around in horror.