The Revenge of My Alluring Wife by Raven

Chapter 30 Who… do you like?

The Watson who had been shouting just now now seemed like a struggling ant in front of her.

“What… what do you want?” Watson panicked.

Evelyn smiled faintly, leisurely pulling out a surgical knife from her pocket.

There were no anticipated interrogations, no anticipated threats. Evelyn raised her hand, and

with one swift motion, she mercilessly struck Watson’s hand.

“Ah!” Watson screamed even more painfully than when a pig is slaughtered.

Alexander was stunned, his heart still trembling from Evelyn’s previous icy and desolate gaze.

He even ignored Watson’s screams, his mind filled with just one word.

Merciless!

Too merciless!

Alexander realized that this kind of ruthlessness on Evelyn was not repulsive but had a

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captivating charm.

If he hadn’t always disliked Evelyn, he might even want to shout, “Idol!”

Evelyn dropped the surgical knife, wiped off the blood on her fingertips, and said, “If a pair of hands are used to harm others, there’s no need to keep them.”

a lesson for Watson. Evelyn walked

“You’re leaving, what about this

a hospital. Take him for stitches.” Evelyn paused and added, “The medical bills

was

should I cover the medical expenses?”

far away. He could only wave his hand in

lost all support, leaning weakly against

wall.

dared not imagine what would have happened

now? She didn’t want

fear from two lifetimes, wrapped around Evelyn. She curled up slowly,

an eternity, Evelyn struggled

was

Very successful.

Evelyn returned, Old Mr Wilson and the

Henry, who could only breathe smoothly with the help of oxygen. She was lost in her thoughts until someone tapped

her shoulder. “Why aren’t you

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do you like?

think he wants to hear us arguing.”

and stubborn face, Ava nodded in understanding. “He married you, and I’m glad. Henry may have a

Evelyn blushed.

accepted

previous life, Ava had also supported her and Henry like

hurriedly went in, and took Old Mr Wilson, Old Mrs Wilson, and

responded and walked in

pale, and the small wound on his head was not

you so foolish.”