All Chapters of Mr. Pamperer and His Wily Woman: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

‘Etan. That was Etan Mann. Everyone in Cornview knows him, who owns nearly half of the city.’ Jenny lifted Jean’s chin and looked at her left and right. “It was no wonder that you got him. How could any man, as straight as an arrow they are, resist the temptation of a beauty like you?” “They say men have two major hobbies. One is to make an honest woman out of the trollop, while the other is to make a trollop out of an honest woman. In my situation, everyone seems to see me as not an honest woman. So, I might as well give him a chance to save me,” Jean said. “I am afraid that you might drag him down with you.” Jenny shook her head in all seriousness. Jean laughed. … Anne told Alana about Etan’s suspicion of her. The mother and daughter discussed all night. She asked Anne to go see Mrs. Mann and cry in front of her, saying nothing else except that the marriage was called off. The next day, Anne went to the Mann family with a haggard face. “Oh, what happened? Did you no

“What do you mean, not hers?” Mrs. Mann was dumbfounded. “You have a woman outside now? Have you recovered?” She knew Etan’s problem, whereby he would not allow women to get close to him. Etan did not answer. Not that he had recovered. It was just that Jean was the special one. “It would be even better if you can recover. But you’d better cut off your relationship with the woman outside. It will hurt Anne dearly if she finds out.” “She knows.” “What?” Mrs. Mann was anxious. “I see. Is that why she wants to cancel the engagement? Don’t be foolish, Etan. Anne is a good girl, and she likes you. Don’t you ever let her down. Do you hear me?” “Grandma, between repaying kindness and having great-grandchildren, which is more important?” Etan asked all of a sudden. “Of course having great-grandchildren is more important. Why?” Mrs. Mann looked expectant. “I just want to tell you that you may not have great-grandchildren if I marry Anne.” “What do you mean, you rascal?” “Noth

A week after Jean regained her consciousness, the doctor told her that she could now go home. Just that she would need to come back to the hospital to change the dressing of her wound at a regular interval.  The day before she was discharged, she told Jenny that she would leave show business. Jenny was startled for a while and then said sadly, “Leave show business? Do you know that you are the most sought-after artist now? Movies and commercials are pouring in. You have a bright future and could win the best actress award in the future.” She paused and let out a smile. “It might not be a bad thing though. Since you are the eldest daughter of the Mitchells, you will have an even brighter future.” It was Jenny who discovered Jean and made her a star in five years. Now that Jean was leaving the industry, it was natural to feel sad. But Jenny also knew that the incident had hurt Jean too much. “It will be better for both of us. Join me.” Jean shook her head and whispered into Jen

She snuggled up in him as if her body was boneless. “My chest doesn’t feel well. Why don’t you help me take a look at it?” The strong fragrance on the woman’s body and the softness of her body made him sick. “Go away.” Etan pushed the woman away in disgust. His mind was filled with Jean, who was crying while she wrapped her arms around his neck. He was eager to fill the void inside him when facing her. It was as if he was no longer himself. Except for her? …　　　No matter how reluctant she was, Anne had still returned to the Mitchell family in the evening. She felt a chill running up her spine as she stepped into the house and saw Jean smiling at her. Apart from Jean’s occasional verbal attack on Alana and Anne, the other time was basically peaceful. So, Robert was happy with it. Halfway through the meal, Alana stood up and said softly, “I am so happy today because Jean has come home. I have been feeling guilty for the past few years for not gaining Julia’s trust.” Je

“What are you going to do?” Fear filled Anne’s eyes. Jean pressed Anne’s head into the swarthy water the next second. The pungent swarthy water went into her nostrils and ears, suffocating Anne. Fear engulfed her as she kicked her legs and tried to fight back. Jean let go of her just before she drowned. Anne collapsed on the floor, coughing violently. Her face was unrecognizable as it was soaked in swarthy water. “How dare you do this to me! Aren’t you afraid of your dad?” She would kill Jean if she could, yet her fear for Jean was also deeply rooted inside her. She knew better than anyone else how brutal this woman could be during a fight. Jean turned on the faucet and washed her hands slowly. “Then tell my dad. He will only pay you two some money at most. Do you think he will kick me out of the house? This is my home. Don’t you get it?” “This is just the beginning, Anne.” She stepped on Anne. “Tell your mom that if she wants to dance, let’s dance.” After she left,