All Chapters of Mr. Pamperer and His Wily Woman: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jean clenched her fists as she knew that this must be Alana’s doing. Alana did not want her to attend the Mann family’s banquet. But the more they were afraid, the more she wanted to attend. But first, she had to ensure her grandma’s safety as Alana could send someone to harm her grandma again.  She thought of Bobby, whose elder brother was the vice president of this hospital. So she quickly called Bobby. “Can you do me a favor?” “Sure,” Bobby said. After Jean finished speaking, he said, “Leave everything to me. I promise your grandma will be in safe hands until you return.” “Thank you. It seems that I have to ask you for help every time.” Jean was so touched. “I am glad that you think of me when you need help.” Bobby smiled. Jean’s eyes welled up. He was always so genuine, gentle, and warm-hearted. … There was no time to waste. Jean came to the bedside and gingerly gave her grandma an affectionate hug when her grandma had not regained consciousness. “Wait for me, Gra

She was Robert’s daughter. But why did she not explain herself at the hospital last time? Then Anne and Jean were… Mrs. Mann was experienced enough and knew what was going on. She looked at Jean with a fleeting hint of despise in her eyes. “I didn’t know that this was your daughter. Seeing is believing. She is beautiful.” There was a sarcastic undertone in her words. “Jean, this is Mrs. Mann.” Anne quickly introduced. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Mann.” Jean gave a smile. Mrs. Mann remembered Anne had cried the day before, but only after asking that she found out it was her step-sister who bullied Anne. So her first impression of Jean was anything but good. She disliked Jean even more with a disdainful look in her eyes when she saw Jean’s luscious appearance. “Please take a seat.” “Sit here, Jean.” Oscar immediately motioned to her. The seat happened to be beside Etan. It was a family banquet of the Manns, so there were not too many people there. The guests were seated on both s

“I wonder why you could still smile. If I were you—”  “If you were me, you would kill yourself?” Jean raised her left hand. “I tried it, but I did not manage to die.” She propped her chin with one hand. “Besides, why should I not smile? It was not me who did the wrong things. When did the notion of the victim’s guilt become so popular in this world?” “That is not what Mrs. Mann meant, Jean. She said that for your own good,” Anne said timidly. Jean laughed out loud. “I guess a dignified lady like you, whom people exalted like a queen; who was from the powerful Mann family, must have gotten used to lecture others. But…” She paused, and her smile had somewhat faded. “I am not after your grandson, nor will I want to marry into the Mann family. So why should I please you?” Etan, who came back after answering the phone, heard these words. He stopped and looked at Jean from a distance with his eyebrows knitted together. “You...” Mrs. Mann could not find the words to respond. “In

This abrupt shift of Jean’s attitude was sending chills up Alana’s spine. But Jean did nothing even after they had finished touching up their makeup. Alana was uneasy as she did not know what Jean was trying to pull here. When they reached the top of the stairs and were about to go downstairs, Jean suddenly stopped. “Aren’t you disappointed that I didn’t die on the road?” Alana had come prepared and put up a puzzled look. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”　 Jean snickered. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. You will understand when you get a taste of death.” Alana stepped back in fright. “Jean, don’t forget where this is. Besides, I am pregnant with your dad’s child. He will not spare you if anything happens to me.” “How does an embryo that hasn’t even formed into a human yet fight with me? Believe it or not, I have a hundred ways to stop you from giving birth, and I can make you miscarry and die from blood loss. Do you want to try?” Jean approached

He leaned over, pressed his lips against her ear, and whispered, “If you want to dance, let’s dance. But don’t regret it.” Afterward, he lowered his head and took a hard bite out of Jean’s neck, then walked away, leaving her on the spot.  She only snapped back after a while, and then she put her hand on the bite mark on her neck and cursed, “Get the hell out of my sight, Etan!” … Jean gave the spot on her neck a gentle massage for a few moments before the bite mark became less obvious. She left the washroom but was in no hurry to go back down. Instead, she lazily leaned on the carved railing on the second floor and looked down. She saw Mrs. Mann saying something while taking Anne’s hand and placed it on Etan’s. “What are you thinking about?” Someone appeared beside her all of a sudden.  She glanced sideways, and it was the young man who lost control of himself and laughed out loud at the dinner table earlier.  “Hello, Tyson, Etan’s cousin.” The young man held out a hand