Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife novel Chapter 1132

Chapter 1132

Once Mrs. Jones heard what he said, she knew that he was referring to her.

She wanted to say something, but Ryan stopped her at once. “Mom, go back to your room,” he said.

“Rye, don’t forget that you’re Eveline’s husband!” Mrs. Jones reminded him. “Don’t give a damn about the son of Glendale’s wealthiest family. Do you think the Jones family is afraid of him?” she asked.

Jeremy gazed at her coldly. “It’d be best if you aren’t afraid,” he said.

“…” His harsh gaze frightened her, and she did not dare to say anything else.

“Go to your room at once,” Ryan told her.

Mrs. Jones did not say anything more. She turned around and made her way upstairs immediately.

However, she detected a sense of aggressiveness in Jeremy. It seemed like he was here to find trouble with Ryan. She walked to the stairwell of the second floor and watched the events unfolding in the living room.

Once she turned around, Jeremy threw an envelope at Ryan.

About ten photographs fell out of the envelope. They fluttered in the air before scattering on the ground.

“Ryan, have a good look at your masterpiece,” he announced.

The tone of Jeremy’s voice was beyond frigid. He raised his slender brows, a hateful gaze in his eyes.

“Are you going to tell me that this is just a misunderstanding?” he asked.

Ryan looked at the photographs scattered by his feet. He picked up one of the photographs and lowered his eyes to take a look at it.

Madeline’s shoulders were bare in the photograph. She appeared to be passed out and lying on the same bed as Ryan.

After looking at the photographs, Ryan frowned. “I should’ve guessed that someone would’ve taken photos like this and given them to you. Jeremy, don’t blame Eveline. She doesn’t know anything,” he said.

Jeremy finished listening to her threats calmly. He then laughed.

“Why do I have to apologize to a fake *sshole who snatched my wife away and is now pretending to be all high and mighty?” he questioned.

“…” Mrs. Jones was in a state of stupor. “What nonsense is this?” she asked.

“Is it really nonsense?” Jeremy snickered. “Ryan, tell your mother. Am I spewing nonsense?”

Ryan wiped away the blood on the corner of his lips. “Jeremy Whitman, let’s not involve our family in this matter.”

Jeremy’s gaze hardened. “Now you’re saying that family shouldn’t be involved, but it’s already too late,” he said.

He suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waistcoat and pressed it against Ryan’s heart in an act of bravado.

“W-What are you doing?!” Mrs. Jones shrieked immediately, her face turning pale from fear.