Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

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Fia watched Britney make the bed expressionlessly and when she was done, she said faintly, ” Thank you.”

“If there’s anything you need, you can tell me the next time I send food.” After Britney finished speaking, she got ready to leave.

“You said you wanted to marry Peter. Is it for real or is it fake?” Fia suddenly asked.

She was curious why Britney would work with Esme. Could it be that Esme agreed to her marrying Peter?

Britney turned around and sat by the side.

Her gaze was calm as she looked at Fia, speaking without hiding anything. “When I returned, it was true that I was full of hope toward all of you.”

Fia was speechless. She no longer believed in Britney. All the words she said, regardless of whether they were true or false, were just words she could listen to but not take to heart.

“However, you all made me lose hope. No one could fix my looks, and no one could bring down Esme to restore my innocence.”

Britney smiled ironically. “I could only find other ways.”

Fia replied, “Is working with Esme your rebirth?”

“I am not working with her. I only needed to show my sincerity in order to gain my redemption.” A hint of pain flashed through Britney’s eyes as she smiled at Fia. “Remember how I look now. No matter what I

do in the future, you should be able to understand me.”

Fia was dumbfounded for a moment, then felt lost.

Britney left and locked the door, and her footsteps grew distant.

Fia could not understand what she wanted to do, and was simply too lazy to think about it, so she laid down on the bed to rest.

Shortly after, a modulated voice of a man sounded. “Are you actually able to fall asleep?”

Fia opened her eyes. She knew that the room was under surveillance and that the other party could hear her voice.

Her tone was calm like still waters without any ripples. “Or what? Should I be seeking death?”.

The man replied, “Hahahaha! Not bad, you are more interesting than any other woman I’ve met before!”

Fia retorted, “Ha. You’re really good at joking. You don’t even dare to reveal your face.”

“It is what the plan requires. Not showing my face temporarily doesn’t mean that I won’t show my face forever.” The man laughed for a while before saying lightly, “Who knows, perhaps we will meet sometime. You just probably won’t know it’s me.”

Fia shut her eyes, her heart in suspense.

That fellow’s voice had been altered and if he appeared before in her reality, it was absolutely impossible for her to recognize him.

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“Seeing you so calm, I’m afraid that you have forgotten about wanting to take revenge.” The man had just finished speaking when the ceiling turned into a liquid crystal TV and played a news report.

Silas faced the media and said with a cold expression, “… There is a crack in Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell’s relationship. From today onward, they will go their separate paths. Mr. Maxwell and Miss Thomas have deep affection for each other and will have their wedding in three days.”

Fia shook uncontrollably. Her body suddenly turned cold. Her heart was beating like a drum. All she could hear was her own heartbeat.

In the press conference, Silas turned around and left the moment he finished speaking.

Fia’s eyes were wide as she watched a very familiar car, driven by Tiger.

He opened the car door and helped Esme into the backseat, his attitude extremely good. This scene was purposely shown for the reporters, who started snapping photos….

The image was cut short and the ceiling regained its original design.

The man said faintly, “Your whereabouts are unknown. Your husband has made a one-sided announcement that things between the both of you are over and he’s about to marry another woman. How are you feeling?”

Fia bit down hard on the bottom of her lip and within two seconds, the fishy taste of blood filled her mouth.

She wanted to calm down, and did not want her body to tremble or turn cold.

But even when her lips were bitten to that extent, she was unable to do it.

She sat up, both eyes bloodshot, as she glared into a certain direction.