A Matter of Wife and Love novel Chapter 222

Elyse opened her eyes and saw John holding her mask, looking at her with disgust. Her face had scratches and bruises from the earlier fight she had with Rose, and her fair skin only made her wounds stand out even more.

He tossed the mask back to her. “Great. Now, my mood is spoiled.”

“Your mood is spoiled?” She held the mask and stared at the man in disbelief. I stooped to your level and gave myself to you, you bumpkin! Yet, you now complain about me spoiling your mood? I will not stand for this insult!

Her eyes went wide with anger, and she wanted to raise a hand against him.

John ignored her anger, however. He sneered and moved far away from her. Then, he took the teapot and drank straight from the spout. After that, he spat and fiddled with some marbles. “I’m not a trash collector. I don’t sleep with… ugly things.”

Elyse retracted her hand and touched her face.

Without further ado, he waved away at the bodyguards. “Toss her out.”

She never thought the day would come when an investor would toss her out. They used to beg her and even worship her. Damn it. They’re doing what they please just because of the breakup. Short-sighted *ssholes! Though, she had no one to rely on.

With no one to turn to, she could only watch helplessly as the bodyguards pulled her up and dragged her away. “You can’t do this, Mr. Oates! You’ll regret it!”

However, John ignored her. He was on the call with someone, and then he laughed raucously, his jowls trembling. Just when she was about to be tossed out, he said, “A minute, please.”

Did he change his mind? Just from a phone call? Elyse had no idea who made the call, but they had to be so powerful that John was scared of them. Someone came to my aid. She thought it was her fan. She had a lot of fans, and some must have known about her predicament. My fan must have helped me out.

Thinking she was saved, she flung the bodyguards’ arms away and gave each of them two tight slaps. “Unhand me, you curs.”

Hey, we’re only following orders given by Mr. Oates. That slap wiped off what little sympathy they had for that woman, but she did not know. She only knew she felt better after slapping someone.

Elyse would have hit John as well, but she had no idea if her helper was powerful enough to pin John down, so she spoke softly, “Can we negotiate now, Mr. Oates?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

She was delighted to hear his affirmation. Good. Just you wait, Rose. Once I rise to fame again, I will destroy you.

“Thank you, Mr. Oates. I shall get prepared now.” She put on the best smile she had.

Unfortunately, John never shared, and yet he was going to give them an A-grade woman now.

Elyse couldn’t ignore the lust. They were being too obvious. She saw their eyes widen as they rubbed their hands together. She had no doubt they would tear her clothes apart if given the chance.

She thought having no movies to star in was bad enough, but she now knew it was just the beginning. When the bodyguards came near her, she couldn’t hold back any longer and slapped them once more. Infuriated, the bodyguards pinned her on the ground, rubbing her face against it. Her injured face got worse. It was crushed, smashed, and bumped against all kinds of hard surfaces. Instead of helping, John recorded a video of it for Rose.

Left with no choice, Elyse called Ashton. When Ashton came, she looked like a broken doll lying on the ground. She was not violated, but her dignity was gone. All gone. When she saw him, she crawled into his arms, crying. John and his bodyguards were long gone when Ashton came.

Elyse wouldn’t stop crying. She almost suffocated halfway through.

It’s her first time relying on me. Ashton was delighted. He kept comforting her, patting her head and back time and time again.

Yet, comfort was not what Elyse wanted; it was revenge. She raised her head and gripped his arms so tightly that he thought his bones were going to break.

“You need to help me, Ashton. Drag Rose out from whatever hole she’s hiding in, and then punish her.” She must suffer as much as I have suffered. No. She needs to suffer even more than that. She must suffer at least ten times the suffering I have gone through.

Elyse’s eyes were filled with dark vengeance.