Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 163

Yanni took a close look at the choke marks on Verian's neck. "Heaton Fudd is really cruel. I told you long ago, don't be fooled by the little amount of warmth he gave you."

Verian swallowed, took a step back, and looked down. "President Quain, don't worry. I will never be that stupid again."

Yanni paused his hand in mid-air and stiffened for a few seconds. His thin lips curled up with a chuckle. He finally pulled his hand back and placed it into his trouser pocket. "That's good."

Yanni walked to the desk and asked: "By the way, about the chip..."

Before he could finish his question, Verian hurriedly spoke to cover up, "I saw the chip, but Heaton was too defensive. I still need some time."

"Verian, don't forget what your purpose is. Heaton may already know your impure motives. If your heart softens at this time and you have feelings toward him, do you know the consequences? Not only do you not avenge your father, you would sacrifice yourself too."

Verian's dainty hands that were hanging down by her skirt gradually tightened. She took a deep breath, raising her eyes to look at Yanni and solemnly said, “President Quain, give me a few more days. I will try my best to get the chip."

“Do your best? Verian, I hope you will do your best. At this point, there are no longer any possibilities between you and Heaton Fudd."

She stiffened on the spot, a chilly feeling rising from the soles of her feet as her entire body felt a little numb.

In her mind, the scene at the Blue Bay Residence flashed passed—

Heaton Fudd loved Sam Joyce and had never forgotten her for years. By his side, there was still the one at Blue Bay. Who was she? In Heaton Fudd's heart, the only value she had was because she was Little Jelly Bean's biological mother.

"Heaton doesn't trust me that much now. I will regain his trust as soon as possible."

"I believe you can do it."

When Verian went out of Yanni's office, she was not only unrelieved, but the pressure on her shoulders felt even greater.

She unlocked her cellphone. Should she make a call to Heaton to make peace?

However, she had only said words that she would break up with him so if she reconciled with him so deliberately, it would arouse Heaton's suspicion.

She was holding the phone and was about to go back to the Design Department when several MMS were suddenly sent to her phone.

When she clicked on it, it was full of intimate scenes between men and women. Although the man's face was not visible in the photo, Sunny Shea’s alluring face could be seen. Without much thought, Verian knew who the man in the photo was.

Although Heaton and Sunny were part of Yanni’s plans, she was even involved in this incident. However, she was foolishly delusional that nothing happened between Heaton and Sunny at the hotel that day.

She sniffed, deleted all the photos and text messages, and ignored them.

...

Not long after Verian left, Yanni's assistant, Dan Lee, knocked on the door and came in to report.

"President Quain, Miss Sheen is here."

Outside, Wanelle stepped in on high heels without permission. "Brother Yanni!"

Yanni listened to the delicate voice as a trace of disgust slipped through the depths of his eyes but he smiled lightly on his face. "Why are you here?"

Wanelle’s mother, Queena Sheen, was now the second wife of his father, George Quain. Wanelle Sheen was naturally regarded as the Quain family’s half daughter. Although Yanni never admitted this in his heart, he still could not have a fall out with Queena Sheen and her daughter. After all, Wanelle still had some use.

Wanelle came in carrying a bag. "Brother Yanni, Uncle Quain knew that I’m studying art and design so he asked me to come work in your company. Would you not take me in?"