You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 371

“Wake up, Arabella Jones! Do you really think you can live in my house for free?” Trishia roared at Arabella.

She was still very pissed that this woman had taken advantage of her last night.

Trishia wanted to kill her or feed Arabella to the wild animals as she felt being tricked by her.

Last night, she thought Bill was still just working in his study room but to her surprise, his study room was empty soul.

Bill couldn’t be found and according to Greta, “Madame, I saw Mr. Sky was holding Arabella Jones and he was dragging her forcefully inside his car. He swiftly drove his car away taking that woman with him.” Trishia panicked hearing Greta.

“Ahhh!” Trishia screamed pissed off with what she heard.

She was bursting with intense anger as she smashed her wine glass into the wall.

The red wine spread around like blood and the cracking of a shattered glass echoed in the hallway.

Greta stood still while Trishia ran back to her room.

Then, she got her phone.

She quickly dialed Bill’s number but the ringing was heard in the next room.

She followed the sound and ended up inside Bill’s study room.

Bill left his phone on his table.

It was a new phone.

She gave it to him when he was in the hospital.

She just said that his phone dropped in the water while they were escaping.

This was to avoid any familiar people contacting him of something like talking about Arabella Jones opposite to what she invented about her.

This phone had a location tracker so she could easily know the places he was going and who are the people he was meeting but tonight, she didn’t know if Bill just forget to carry his phone or if he deliberately leave his phone.

This thought made Trishia very irritated as her nervousness was eating her up.

She didn’t know what to do as she didn’t know where they went.

She could not follow them.

She quickly dialed Arabella’s old number hoping she was still using it but it was out of reach.

“That bitch!” Trishia was cursing Arabella in the air.

She giggled in anger like she was going to kill her if ever she was going to see her again tonight.

“Ah!” Trishia could not hold but scream with her fists clenched so hard.

She didn’t know what Arabella did or said to Bill that he dragged her inside his car and drove away but she was sure of one thing.

Arabella tried her luck again in stealing her fiancée.

Arabella was moving fast and Trishia was sure that Arabella was going to do anything to get Bill back to her.

Still clenching her fists so hard as her nails broke while digging deeply into her palm, Trishia swore Arabella would fail.

She would also do anything to keep Bill Sky on her side.

Bill Sky would only believe her and no one else.

With the help of the drug, Bill would remain to stay loyal to the person who believed saved his life.

With her thought, Trishia smirked wickedly.

“What are you talking Trishia? Don’t you know that you are a nuisance early in the morning? Normal people still be sleeping at this time. Oh! Sorry, I forgot! You aren’t normal. Sure thing, you don’t know.” Arabella sat on her bed while ready to have a bitchy fight with Trishia. Somehow, she felt recharged today but unfortunately, Trishia always had her way to ruin her start of the day.

“Greta! Give this woman her uniform. From now on, she will be under your watch. Make sure to give her all the hard work so she could not think of something like seducing my fiancée again. Do you understand?” Trishia was facing Greta as she sounded very arrogant.

Her eyeballs were bulging due to intense annoyance.

She wanted to know what happened to her and Bill last night but she didn’t want to appear so nosy.

Surely, Arabella would just use it to bombard her back.

“Get up woman! There! Wear those uniforms and quickly come with me. You will all throw the trash outside then you will do all the cleaning in the house. Do you understand?” Greta was fond of her new position in the house.

She used to be nobody but her fate was changed when she dared to approach Trishia Meyer.

She would do anything to serve her and earn her trust until she could get what she wanted from her.

Arabella looked at the fat woman named, Greta.

She was sturdy, unlike other fat women.

Her skin tone was dark brown and she had big round eyes.

She didn’t know this woman but she was sure she was in her late 40s.

Arabella could sense Greta was a puppet of Trishia.

How she acted seemed Trishia had already briefed her to make her life hard in the mansion.

Arabella looked at the uniform that Greta threw over her bed.

Then she looked at Trishia studying the bratty girl and then Greta who was still waiting for her answer impatiently.

Arabella then smirked.

“Trishia, don’t you like to know what we did last night?” Arabella asked with a naughty look instead of answering Greta.

Greta looked at Trishia like she was watching a suspense movie.

Trishia’s playful bitchy look suddenly turned into great anger.

Her face blushed crimson.

She irked like she was just holding it and then someone extracted her anger.

Arabella smiled triumphantly at Trishia’s expression.

Arabella sensed she had achieved pissing her by giving Trishia her own dose of medicine.

“You! I know what you are doing Arabella Jones but be very careful because my patience is getting very very smaller.” Trishia sounded very irritated but she did deliver her words very sarcastically as she smirked at Arabella.

“Come on Trishia! What evil things haven’t you still not had done to me? You had attempted to kill me so many times but you failed.” Arabella replied mocking Trishia. “Don’t you think you are really just a failure just like what your dad always said?” Arabella had found her way to attack Trishia.

For a very long time, she always let Trishia off the hook but when she pulled the trigger of her gun on her, that made her realize that Trishia was capable of doing all evil things in the world and their relationship as half-sister didn’t matter to her.

Now, she wanted to avenge herself from Trishia and she had no plan of showing good things to her.