Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202 Are You Worried About Me?

Anastasia paused and turned to look at Jaxon.

"I said I'd deal with her myself."

She just asked him to lure Christian's subordinates away.

Jaxon was more familiar with the situation abroad.

Jaxon's slender fingers stroked the rim of the glass, and his voice was calm.

"You are too kindhearted, and Christian will find out about you. Let me deal with her. Don't worry. There is no problem after the deal is done."

Anastasia was silent, and her heart grew colder.

"What do you mean by the deal?"

Jaxon glanced at her with a smile as if they were discussing a trivial matter.

"I sold her to the high seas."

The consequences of being sold to the high seas were self-evident. It was a place beyond the control of the United Nations, the most inhumane hell.

Everything, including life, could be bought and sold there.

Anastasia took a deep breath. Although she was shocked for a moment, she was satisfied with the result, wasn't she?

The high seas were beyond her reach.

If Anastasia let Beatrice go, she would feel guilty about it for the lost baby.

She was unwilling to let Beatrice live a comfortable life, but she was also afraid of getting herself involved.

Anastasia admitted her cowardice. At that moment, she felt relieved.

The rope that bound her heart was untied.

The next moment, Anastasia looked at Jaxon worriedly.

"But you..."

She wondered what would happen if he were found out.

Jaxon smiled. His gentle expression was tinged with a touch of arrogance.

"Are you worried about me? I will be all right. I asked a friend to do it."

As for whom the friend was, he would not say it.

He would not even tell her that such things were commonplace for a man like him, who always dabbled in both sides of the law.

Anastasia lowered her eyes slightly, took the whiskey in front of her, and clinked his glass.

"I owe you a favor, Jaxon."

He avenged her in his own way.

If Anastasia handled it by herself, she had thought she would throw Beatrice to the remotest corner of the world so that Beatrice would never escape from there in this life.

Her methods were not cruel enough.

However, when he looked at Anastasia, his eyes were always gentle.

On the next day.

Anastasia woke up in the Graves Manor.

She looked at the familiar furnishings, recalling when she was back last night.

After washing up, she went downstairs with a sleepy and charming look.

Baxter and Amanda downstairs were still talking with their heads down.

Derek looked helpless.

"Good morning, Dad, Mom, Derek!"

When Anastasia went downstairs, they looked over with different expressions.

Baxter couldn't help but ask first, "You drank a lot last night. Do you have a headache?"

Anastasia paused and touched her head. "It doesn't hurt!"

Amanda smiled and waved at her.

"You could go viral even after you were drunk. You are not my daughter for nothing!"

Derek couldn't help laughing.

"The key is that it is her negative news!"