My Sleeping Beauty Husband

My Sleeping Beauty Husband By Lyanna Nichols Chapter 208

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Hulda poked her head out of the door and saw a handsome, embarrassed– looking stranger standing outside. She had never seen the man before, but she felt familiar.

“Help me prepare a house. Cain’s men have been looking for me. I have been hiding in various places. I finally got away from those people. I am so tired now.”

The person outside the door was Henry, who had escaped from Coast City. He didn’t have the aloofness that he had when he first a rrived in Fort. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his clothes were wrinkled, as if they had not been changed for days.

Even if he had become so, Ivan did not dare to neglect him. Henry was defeated by his younger brothe r Cain, but he came out and brought a lot of the George family’s wealth. The Tansy Group was able to g row because of Henry’s support. As soon as Ivan received the news that he had returned to Fort, he be gan to make

preparations.

“Okay, Mr. George, this way please.” Ivan was on the point of taking Henry with him. When he felt pryin g eyes from behind, he turned his head and met Hulda’s curious eyes.

Hulda was startled, looked away, pretended not to see the man, and asked, “Who is outside?”

Henry’s eyes froze with murderous intent. “Is that woman inside your wife?”

“It’s just a plus one. Don’t worry. She hasn’t seen you, and she won’t tell anyone,” Ivan withdrew his ey es and

said in relief.

Hulda was his lackey now. He had observed her for a long time. She was reliable, so he didn’t care so much.

“Well, it’s getting late. Let’s go. I’ll tell you something later!” Henry restrained the murderous intent in his eyes, Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

and left side by side with Ivan.

Hulda breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the two disappear into the dark night. Just now she was glared at by that man, and she had cold sweat all over her back. That feeling was not good for her.

Hulda thought about it for a long time, but she never thought who that person was just now, “Who could make Ivan so obey? Why didn’t I know him?”

She didn’t want to think about it. Hulda played the video again and saw Jane’s embarrassed and dissolute appearance in it. Sh e smiled and thought, “This time I must make them pay.”

In the middle of the night, most people have already fallen asleep. Some night owls were still browsing

Instagram with great interest, staying up late, and some news popped up.

In Jadney City, someone specialized in breaking news about wealthy families released a video.

It was a video of Jane surrounded by a group of male models drinking wine in a private room. In the vid eo,

she had an exaggerated smile, wearing a tight skirt, and coquettish makeup. The ultimate look. She did not

refuse anyone who came to her. All around her were bottles of wine, a look of extravagance to the extre me.

The headline title was, “The private life of a trophy wife…”

With the juicy news, catchy keywords, and a thought–provoking video, that Instagram had been reposted over 10,000 times in a few seconds, and all netizens commented.

“I know that club. The male models in it are all top– notch All of them are tall and hunk. Being a trophy wife is

so lucky.”

“I’m so envious.”

“This lady looks quite old, and she still dresses so revealingly. I don’t think her husband is interested in her. So she would come out to find other men.

“Everyone, this lady is so familiar! Who is she?”

“I know. It’s Miller Groups. The one who was stripped naked and thrown in the shopping plaza before. I still keep the picture of that time.”

Below that comment, people were all asking for that photo.

In an instant, there were people who enjoyed the show, people who criticized her immoral behavior, an d people who accused her of all kinds of insults. Their words were nasty.

Just when the netizens were in high spirits, another video was posted. It was a video of Cherie and Jane flirting with a male model at the clubhouse entrance.

In the video, the male model’s face couldn’t be seen, only showed a silhouette, and he was very hands ome. Jane put her arms around his neck, and then Cherry dragged Jane away. Cherry forced Jane to r ely on her, arguing and talking with that man, looking unhappy.

That video had no text, nor did it explain what happened, leaving the vast number of netizens with

imagination.

They commented below.

“Could it be two women fighting for one man!”

“No way! They are mother and daughter. That is too much.”

“It’s not like this kind of thing hasn’t happened before!”

“The more you guys say that, the more I think that is indeed the case. The daughter pulled off her moth er’s hands. She must be angry, not jealous…”

Netizens discussed it. Hulda, nestled in her quilt, watched. After Ivan went out with that man, he never came back. He might not come back tonight. So she didn’t hide it and kept browsing about that matter.

It was just what she wanted. Whether they were fighting for the other man or not, it looked that way on t he video anyway. She did not say anything, leaving it to the imagination of netizens.

It was already late in the evening. Even if they tried to find their PR manager, it would be too late, not to mention they would not be able to get into the Miller Group. They would not pay attention to this news on the

Internet. When they found out, it would be tomorrow.

She thought, “One night’s time is enough!”

Things went as Hulda expected. The next morning, when Jane woke up, her nephew forwarded that In stagram to her.

“See this news on the Internet and think of a solution.”

Jane had no idea what he was referring to, so she yawned and clicked on the link, and a video popped up.

The cover of the video was a picture of a woman being drunk. Jane had seen her own face for so many

She shook her hand and almost dropped the phone. “How… How is it possible!”

Jane panicked. Her face turned pale. She thought, “That club is so private. How did these embarrassing

With trembling hands, she clicked on the video, almost daring not to watch it.

There was loud rhythmic music, the lights, the drunk and unconscious her, and a group of male models

Jane’s face grew paler. Now she’s in a sensitive time with Beck. The video was very bad for her current

situation.

She called her nephew, and the phone was connected. An anxious male voice came, “Did you see that video?”

Jane gripped the phone, and shouted in a trembling voice, “When did that video be released?”

“At three o’clock in the morning last night…”

Before he said that, Jane broke out. “Three o’clock in the morning?! It’s been four hours from now, and y

He was grieving. “I have to sleep. I found that video when I woke up and forwarded it to you without dela

He complained a little at the end. Jane endured it for a long time before forcing herself to control her em

“Did you find out who that poster is? What background does that poster have?”

Her nephew said, “That is a very famous tipster on Instagram, famous for spilling the tea of wealthy fam

never dared to find him, which shows that the tipster has a powerful background.”

“We can’t afford to mess with him! When I saw the video, I asked our PR department to investigate, but

didn’t even find out that poster’s phone number.”

Jane rested her forehead with one hand, and frowned, feeling like she was about to collapse.

“There is another video…”

Her nephew was hesitating. Jane had a bad feeling. “What video?!”