My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 696

Chapter 696 You Are Not Welcomed Here

Sylvie briefly pondered Bruce's change in personality but quickly forgot all about it. After all, she had more pressing matters to worry about other than him.

It's been almost a month since I obtained a visa. I was planning to seek Zayne's help and fly abroad quietly. Alas, my fake identity got exposed. Since I have no connections with the Zeigler family, there's no way he'll help me. Although the Zeigler family has remained silent for now, I know they'll soon release a statement clarifying that I'm not Old Mr. Zeigler's granddaughter. When those who secretly sent me money in hopes of sucking up to the family or seeking its help see that, they'll surely be furious. My reputation will be in the gutter once this news breaks online. If those people go to the Zeigler residence to demand an explanation, and Old Mr. Zeigler gets angry and decides to pursue the matter, I'll be doomed too.

All those thoughts weighed heavily on her mind to the point that she felt suffocated.

It's so unfair! Why was I born into such a miserable life? No matter how hard I try, I can never climb to the ranks of the rich and powerful. Every day, I have to live in fear and worry about whether I can make it to the next day.

Sylvie had not truly cried ever since she was sixteen years old.

But now, the fear, anger, grievances, indignance, and other emotions she had bottled up within her burst forth, causing her eyes to well with tears.

Soon, the floodgates opened, and tears streamed down her face. There was no stopping them, and they quickly soaked through her mask.

It was only when the piercing blare of a car honking rang out that she jolted to her senses and quickly held back her tears. Spotting a taxi approaching, she quickly waved it down and got in.

“To the airport, please.”

By the time Sylvie arrived at Baykeep, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.

It was a rainy day at Baykeep.

Although it was still the afternoon, the skies were so dark and gloomy that it felt as though it was nighttime.

After taking a taxi to the Zeigler residence, she used makeup remover wipes to remove her eyeliner and bright lipstick. Then, she applied a layer of foundation in a light shade that made her look sickly pale.

After spending a lot of time with Herbert, she knew very well that he was soft-hearted and could not bear to see someone cry.

What's the point of living if life is so hard?

She hunched her right shoulder as though it were injured, and there were mud stains on her white dress. She looked disheveled and pitiful.

Once the security guard had a clear look at the woman's face, he said frostily, “Ms. Clasen, you're not welcomed here.”

Even I, someone who has worked here for less than three years, know how much Old Mr. Zeigler misses his second daughter. This woman is utterly despicable for daring to trick a man who's already in his seventies.

Sylvie pressed her lips together, swallowing the droplets of rain on her lips. “I'm here to apologize to the general.”

The security guard gave a humorless bark of laughter, his expression cold and indifferent.

Sylvie did not utter another word. Instead, she walked over to the large iron gates and fell to her knees on the cold, muddy ground.