Pampering The Ex-Wife 20

Seeing Emily sneer and not bother to answer his question, Gabriel angrily shoved her aside and stormed into the house.

Finding no one in the living room, he rushed into the bedroom. The small house, no more than thirty square meters, was searched thoroughly, but there was no sign of Catherine.

Gabriel returned to the living room, where Emily was leisurely eating grapes, looking smug.

"Where is she?" Gabriel shouted.

Emily shrugged and replied, "Who? Miss Juliet? Isn’t she at home waiting for you?"

This attitude of Emily’s enraged Gabriel. He grabbed her arm, his teeth clenched, eyes glaring, threatening, "You’d better tell me where Catherine is, or don’t blame me for not caring that you're her friend."

Emily was a bit scared, but at his last words, she burst into laughter.

"What are you going to do to me? Beat me like you did to Catherine? A violent man like you only deserves that green tea girl, Juliet. Stop bothering my friend."

At that moment, Emily could visibly see the murderous