Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 668

Linda cast down her eyes. Catherine’s words brought her a lot of hope.

After all, only a few could stick to their principles in such a material society.

“Linda, we only live once. If you cannot be with the man you love, it’ll be your lifetime regret,” Catherine continued, “I’ve suffered from the regret already, but I don’t hope you’ll experience the same. It’s severe pain. I said those things to you because you were an important friend to me.”

Linda’s mind was jumbled. Holding her coffee mug, she kept silent.

Catherine pushed the car to her and whispered, “Keep it. Money can buy love.”

Before Linda reacted, she stood up and said, “Listen, Linda. I still want to get even with Mya Saunders. I’ll help you and try my best to stop her from marrying Finnley Russell.”

“Catherine...”

“Mya Saunders is different from Jennifer Brooks,” she interrupted Linda. “She doesn’t have kids with Finnley Russell. You have a high success rate.”

Before leaving, Catherine darted at the bank card again.

Linda watched her vanish at the door.

Then she looked down gradually, staring at the bank car.

After sitting alone for ten minutes, she stood up, picked up the card, and left the coffee shop like a puppet.

Everyone envied the wealthy life.

For the money, many girls found sugar daddies who were even older than their birth fathers, selling their bodies and souls.

Many girls from small places got lost in the prosperous metropolitan.

Linda walked out absentmindedly. If she accepted the card, she needed to follow Catherine’s orders. Either she would sell her body or her soul.

Linda returned to her apartment. Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, she felt confused about her future while struggling and hesitating.

When Catherine arrived at her apartment, she got off the car and was about to enter. She noticed a familiar vehicle nearby.

Shortly after, Leslie left the building with a young woman squeezed to his side. They clung to each other, and the scene sickened Catherine.

That woman reminded her of a snake.

“You are welcome. Go to bed after eating it.” Finnley passed the shopping bag to her. “I called Dr. Watson. He confirmed you could eat it. No worries.”

He was indeed considerate.

Mya looked at him, her eyes shiny. “Thank you so much.” She was indeed touched.

Finnley sat next to her and opened a book on the couch randomly. He read several pages before going to bed every night.

“Want a piece?” Mya asked softly and pressed a small piece to his lips. Their shoulders clung to each other, and they were indeed close.

Finnley refused calmly, “No, thanks. I don’t like its smell.”

‘He doesn’t like this smell?’

Mya was confused.

The smell had spread all over the apartment.

The next second, Finnley failed to tolerate it anymore. He put down the book and trotted toward the bathroom quickly. From the opened door, Mya saw him vomit into the toilet.