Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

In the end, Mabie still refused to lend Vera her clothes. So she had no choice but to wear her old childish clothes and head back to pack her luggage.

As soon as she entered the house, she was shocked by the scene. The smell was so bad that it almost knocked her out.

F**K...

She had been living a really bad life recently. After Vera scolded herself for turning Minerva's house into such a terrible state, she quickly cleaned up the place. She was nearly out of breath by the tshe was done. After taking a short break, Vera started packing up.

This house was bought under both of their names, but... this house did not belong to her after all.

She had an apartment in this city. Her father had bought it for her, saying it was for her dowry. Ever since she had fallen out with her father, she hadn't gone back to that apartment.

However, she did not intend to return to the apartment for the tbeing. Instead, she planned to go hand live with her mother for a while. It was much closer to the hospital and it would be more convenient to travel back and forth from there. Furthermore, the mother and daughter could take care of each other.

Vera packed her things and dragged her luggage out of the door.

Vera held the key to the house in her hands and stared at it blankly for a long time. Initially, she had wanted to personally hand it over to Minerva, however... she did not wish to see anyone for the tbeing. After contemplating for a while, Vera decided to hold on to the key for now. She then exited the house with her luggage in tow.

On the other side.

Minerva had managed to settle the company's affairs while the incident in Yardley Corporation had cto an end. It was now the weekend and the two of them decided to head over to the Yardley Mansion. Sam was overjoyed when he heard the news.

This was because he had yet to complete the task Maddox assigned him. He was in the abyss of suffering as he lacked literary talent, so he didn't know where to start. In the end, he got a ghostwriter to help out.

The ghostwriter, Olivia, was really something. She was able to write anything and everything he wanted.

However, Sam... could not bring himself to say it.

It was not a big deal for him to recall the past, however, when he had to tell others about it, he becrather embarrassed. Sam was filled with anxiety as he watched the tpass, and the task becmore and more urgent.

Olivia comforted him when she saw him in this state.

"Don't worry, just treat yourself as an outsider. Tellwhat you know, and I'll write them down. Then, you can go through it when I'm done." Outsider? Treat himself as an outsider? Sam coughed lightly. Why hadn't he thought of it before? After that, Sam spoke as if he had found inspiration and told Olivia everything he knew.

Olivia found herself deeply immersed in the story. She even sneered in the end.

"I say, how are you able to tolerate a man like him? I really want to kill him now." "Please don't have such ideas. Just write as I say. Do not twist the character. I am not going to pay you if I am not satisfied with your work." "Don't... I'll write as you say. I will even beautify the story, is that alright?" "You don't have to beautify it. Just follow my words. It needs to sound real." After all, this was for Young Master Yardley and not Young Madam. What was the point of beautifying it? Olivia nodded. She had no choice. It was not easy to be a writer these days. Furthermore, Sam's offer was very attractive. Once she was done with this job, she would have the money to enjoy for quite a long time.

The two spent the entire day getting this task done. When night fell, Olivia decided to call it a night. Sam stayed back to read what she wrote. Her words nearly scared him to death.

Because Olivia had described Young Master Yardley in her writing as... a rich playboy.

What the f*ck! Sam was furious. He quickly phoned Olivia.

Olivia had been busy with the task all day. Just as she was about to hit the sack, she received a call from Sam and instantly becnervous. She picked up the phone and said, "Mr. Sorrento, it is late. What's the matter?" Sam scolded, "What have you done? Why have you written it like this?" Olivia was confused.

"Didn't I ask you to write as I say? Why did you add so many unnecessary things?" "I didn't add anything. Didn't those words cout of your mouth, Mr. Sorrento? I found it interesting, so I decided to write it down." After that, Olivia could not help but praise him, "In the beginning, when I heard you talk about the incident, I thought on, è man is a villain. Later when you talked about other incidents, I suddenly feel that the man has a softer side. He might seem cold on the outside but he's warm on the inside, so..." "So you wrote him like this? Are you really not afraid of death, or do you not want money?" "I want both my life and money!" "Then what the hell have you written?" Sam lowered his head and looked at the writing again. There was an unrestrained smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were burning like fire. His hands...

Stop, Sam could not bear to read it anymore. He almost crushed his teeth.

"You cannot treat this as a . This is only information that I have to give my boss. You..." "Mr. Sorrento, don't be angry. You

are not your boss, so how do you know that he will not like my work? it's As a writer, I think it's best to divene the character up as much as possible. That way, it will be easier for your boss to immerse himself into that world. I don't think there is anything wrong with it." Sam was speechless when he realized Olivia was as stubborn as a mule. He could only shut his eyes and grit his teeth as he asked, "Are you going to amend it?" "No!" Olivia insisted. "This is my principle. I can't change it just because you want it to be changed. It will ruin the artistic conception." "Where do you live?" "The third floor of Sunshine Residence..." Olivia suddenly realized something and asked warily, "What are you planning to do?" "I'm going to find you and kill you." "Don't be impulsive. Killing people is against the law. You will have to go to jail. If I die, you will have to die with me."

"Pfft." Sam scoffed disdainfully.

"You're right. Killing people is indeed if I subrity is i illegal, but if submit your work, I'm going to die anyway. Why don't I kill you first? It won't be a loss." Olivia trembled in fear.

What the f*ck? What kind of madman had she provoked? In the end.

Sam asked again, "Are you going to amend it or not?"

Olivia hurriedly replied, "Yes! It must be amended!" Sam sneered, "Why didn't you just say so earlier?" Olivia said, "But it's already so late. I'm going to sleep. I promise I will amend it first thing in the morning!" Sam said, "Fine. I will kill you if I'm not satisfied with your amendments!" Olivia wailed inwardly.

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