The Wrong Woman

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Chapter 250

Suzanne ended the call once again.

Almost immediately, her phone buzzed incessantly with incoming calls and messages. Despite the intebeing scoured clean, those determined individuals had managed to leak her number.

In less than ten minutes, a barrage of calls bombarded her, accompanied by an onslaught of messages. Suzanne’s breath quickened, and her nerves were stretched thin.

She hastily powered off her phone, her appetite for breakfast completely gone. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of madness, her hands cradling her head as she sank into deep thought.

The weight of the situation threatened to overwhelm her, and she worried about the potential impact on Nathan.

“Madam, are you all right?” the maid asked, concern etched on her face.

Suzanne shook her head silently..

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“Don’t worry, Madam, Mr. Morrison has everything under control,” the maid reassured her. Suzanne fell silent for a moment before decisively grabbing her phone and striding upstairs.

In her room, she closed the door, powered on her device, and dialed Samuel’s number. Within seconds, Samuel answered the call. “Well, well, if it isn’t my little sister?”

Suzanne held back tears as she spoke, her words deliberate. “What exactly do you want?”

“Didn’t I make myself clear yesterday? Eighty million dollars in

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alimony, all in one go.”

Suzanne felt a sharp pang in her chest. “I don’t have it.”

“But you’re the renowned Inkwell. Just sell a few artworks, and you’d have tens of millions,” Samuel snapped.

“Even if you don’t, isn’t there still Nathan? Even a fraction of his

wealth is worth more than 80 million dollars.

“Look at you and your husband, wealthy and powerful, yet you don’t even care about your own family! Is that acceptable?”

After venting for a moment, Samuel’s tone grew even more arrogant. I went all the way to the border, hoping to secure a position through Nathan. However, he treatedlike a dog, castingaside with no regard. Suzanne, I won’t tolerate this indignity!”

Suzanne clenched her teeth in anger. “So, you put our parents on TV, stirred up trouble, reducedto nothing, and exposedentirely. Now, you even gave my contact information to the media?”

Samuel’s response was terse. “I’ve given yo plenty of chances, but you’ve leftno choice.”

Suzanne stepped out onto the balcony, her grip tight on the railing as she watched the clouds drift lazily across the sky, her vexation palpable. “Are there others involved in this affair?”

Samuel hesitated momentarily before firing back, “Who else could be involved?”

Suzanne composed herself, her tone softening. “Samuel, I may not match your tactics, but remember, I’m not alone. I have a husband.”

Samuel let out a derisive laugh.

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“My husband is none other than Nathan Morrison,” Suzanne asserted. “Don’t underestimate him.”

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Samuel scoffed, “I have the national media backing me, and the world’s attention is fixed on my every move. Do you honestly believe ! fear him?”

“Check online and see where are all your attention.” Suzanne reminded him sternly, before ending the call.

After powering off her phone, she settled into a wicker chair and silently watched the scenery outside. Her emotions were weighed down by the gravity of the situation.

At that moment, Suzanne yearned fervently to reclaim her memories, to break free from the clutches of the York family.

Nathan was out for smatter. She had faith that he would resolve the matter, potentially spelling the York family’s downfall. Suzanne resolved to wait patiently at home.

As the night grew still, Suzanne remained indoors all day, with Nathan yet to return even by midnight.

She refrained from checking her phone, dreadi. a deluge of calls and messages. Nor did she venture to ask about Nathan’s whereabouts, opting instead to wait until she drifted into slumber.

By the morning of the third day, a maid rushed to Suzanne in distress. ‘Madam, your mother is outside the gates of Imperial Heights and she’s kneeling with a banner. You must go and check on it!”

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