Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 106

Fudd Group’s Building, the president's office.

Kush opened the door in a hurry and came in. Heaton was in an overseas video conference.

After Heaton said "wait a moment" in fluent English to the business partner in the video meeting on his laptop, he suspended the meeting.

"What happened? Why are you so flustered?"

Kush looked a little lost. "Boss, something bad has happened. Director Xander sent Miss Mont to sign a contract with Neil Jackman. The fact that Neil Jackman is lustful is well-known within the circle!"

Heaton closed his laptop, picked up his car keys, and strode out of the office. He asked in a cold voice, "Why are you only telling me this now?"

"I just found out from the Creative Department. She’s been gone for almost an hour."

Heaton walked quickly to the dedicated elevator while calling Verian on his cell-phone. The phone rang for a long time but no one answered.

The man frowned as he had a bad feeling.

When Heaton entered the elevator, Kush secretly prayed that nothing had happened to Miss Mont. Otherwise, his life would not be guaranteed!

The boss’ face just now was as cold as ice!

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Peninsula Hotel, Suite 8888.

Verian felt for an ashtray and was about to hit Neil's head. Suddenly, the suite room’s door opened!

Immediately, a sharp middle-aged woman’s voice could be heard. "Neil Jackman! You lustful old man! I only ignored you for a few days and you’re already going out to secretly meet little vixens!"

With a fierce aura, Mrs. Jackman rushed into the room and pushed Neil, who was only wearing a pair of underwear, away. She pulled Verian, with her untidy clothing, up from the bed. "You little vixen! Who gave you the courage! How dare you seduce my husband!"

Before Verian had time to explain, her right cheek was slapped hard!

Mrs. Jackman was strong. Verian's head buzzed with the slap and she was dizzy.

"Cecilia Morgan! Don't hit her anymore! This is a misunderstanding!"

Neil tried to pull his wife aside. Cecilia raised her hand and slapped him. "Misunderstanding! If I had come over a little later!! You've already taken off your clothes and are in bed with this vixen! You lustful old man! Ghost! Put on your clothes! Even if you’re not ashamed, I am!"

Cecilia tugged rudely at Verian. She grabbed Verian's long hair and walked out of the suite. There were many hotel staff in the corridor outside the suite, all of them waiting for the good show.

Cecilia scolded her, "All of you, look at her! This vixen seduced my husband! She’s relying on her own good looks to seduce someone else's husband! Why are you so shameless! B*tch!"

Verian's clothes were disheveled and her hair was being pulled by someone. She was wholly embarassed. If she was in this situation with Wanelle Sheen or Nancy Xander right now, she might have had some ideas on how to handle it. However, she was now facing a shrew, and she could not win if she got into a fight with Cecilia Morgan. Her scalp felt like it was being uprooted and it hurt as if somebody was piercing her with needles. It was so painful that tears overflowed from her eyes.

Cecilia sneered and said, "Humph! You seduced someone's husband! You dare to cry now! I’ll tear your face! Let’s see how you can seduce men in the future!"

With that said, Cecilia pressed Verian to the ground and grabbed her face. Verian grabbed the ashtray and slammed it at Cecilia's forehead!

Heaton’s face had a cold expression as he pinched Neil's arm with his huge hands, tightening it inch by inch. Verian could almost hear the sound of bones breaking.

Neil was in so much pain that his legs became weak and he knelt on the ground. Heaton threw his arms off and lifted his bright black leather shoes. They landed on Neil’s crotch. His black eyes were extremely cold, like a devil from hell. However, the man smiled at this situation and looked at Cecilia, who was in shock at the side. "Mrs. Jackman, Mr. Jackman spends all his time playing with girls outside. I’ll help you heal him, okay?"

Cecilia's eyes widened as she looked at Heaton's leather shoes that were stepping on Neil, her voice trembling with fright: "No… No… President Fudd… President Fudd… Don't..."

Cecilia hugged Heaton's leg but was kicked away by him. The man lifted his foot expressionlessly and stepped onto Neil's crotch!

Neil Jackman, who fell on the ground, wailed like a pig in pain!

“Ah ah ah ah ah……!!!"

"President Fudd, please forgive me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… I won’t dare to do it again! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Heaton asked coldly, "Did my woman seduce you?"

"No, no! Ahhhhhh...No! She really didn’t!"

Heaton frowned indifferently. "Speak louder! I can't hear you!"

He crushed the thing under his foot hard again.

Neil's painful face turned the color of a pig’s liver as he sweated profusely. "Ah! Miss Mont did not seduce me! Mr. Fudd... Please forgive me!"