Lahat ng Kabanata ng Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Kabanata 1381 - Kabanata 1390

Flint immediately answered in a clear voice, “Correct!” Isabel huffed, “Hmph! I’ll let you off this time, Flint, for Mommy’s sake!” Flint cheered, “Issy is the best” “Cut out the nonsense!” Sylvia laughed at their interaction. It was then that Liam’s account sent another voice message. Sylvia tapped on it and heard Liam’s youthful but mature voice, “Mommy, you sound different. What’s wrong with your voice?” Isabel and Flint echoed his question as well. Isabel asked, “Mommy, are you sick?” Flint interrogated, “Mommy, are you feeling bad?” Sylvia’s gaze shifted. She hesitated and then said, “Mommy just woke up, that’s why my voice sounds a little heavy. I’ll sound better after I get some water.” Flint cooed, “Owhhh.” Liam asked, “Really?” Sylvia confirmed, “Really.” Then, Isabel added, “Oh yeah, stupid Daddy is gone, and he hasn’t been back until now. We don’t know where he is.” Flint repeated, “Yeah, we don’t know where he is.” Sylvia turned around. Ode

She knew he asked that on purpose, but nevertheless, she answered excitedly, “Yes!” Odell smiled and brought her inside. They entered the single VIP room that Odell booked, and the dishes were already pre-ordered before they arrived. Most of them were light dishes, but there were several heavy ones as well, which satisfied Sylvia’s taste buds. After feasting, Sylvia felt energized. She wanted to bring him around for a stroll, but he dragged her back to the hotel. The moment they entered the room, he used the thermometer to check her forehead again. 37.1º Celcius. Sylvia’s eyes glimmered. “Odell, let’s get the tickets and go home!” Odell’s expression remained grim. “You’re practically still having a fever. We’ll talk when you fully recover.” Sylvia pouted. The two of them took a nap together until Sylvia’s phone woke her up in the evening. It was a call from Isabel. Sylvia answered it away and heard Isabel’s adorable voice through the phone. “Mommy, are you bac

Sherry leaned on the car and crossed her arms. “Tell me, I have all the time in the world.” Jacob pursed his lips awkwardly. Had she not noticed he did not want to talk to her? A quick thought later, he said with a professional smile, “Why don’t you ask Madam herself for more details? I’m just an observer, so my story might not be accurate.” “Those who observe see clearer. I want your side of the story,” Sherry said with a raised brow. Jacob was left speechless. He somehow felt Sherry was unlike the person she was two years ago. Her aura and presence had grown a lot stronger. Some thoughts later, Jacob reluctantly said, “Ms. Fowler, I’m just a bodyguard. I shouldn’t be talking about my boss here.” Sherry’s lips remained curled, and her smile remained bright. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll call Syl and ask her to fire you.” Jacob felt absolutely helpless. People just loved to threaten bodyguards like him by firing them, which was getting a little old in his opinion. A m

Shermaine glared at her in silence. Sherry grinned wider. “As for causing a scene, Syl might have a little temper but she’s Odell’s love of his life. She can cause whatever scene she wants.” “Love of his life?” Shermaine scoffed. Sherry looked at her calmly and said flatly, “Yeah. Love of his life.” Shermaine was rather surprised but refused to believe what Sherry said. Sherry continued, “Ruth is always abroad. She only knows that much about Odell, Syl, and Tara’s past. I bet she doesn’t know about the eldest daughter of the Springsteens who tried to go after Odell before.” “What daughter? What Springsteens?” “Lily Springsteen, the heir to the Springsteens' family business, second only to Carter Corporation in Westchester. She's a world-renowned pianist and a beauty.” Sherry noticed the change of expression on Shermaine’s face. Her grin grew even wider. “Because she offended Sylvia, Odell almost destroyed the entire Springsteen Corporation. Odell doesn’t even spare a gl

Meanwhile, Sherry’s car had just entered the busiest street of Glenchester. It was midnight, but the sleepless street remained lively and crowded. People in groups of three or five were strolling down the bar-filled street with neon lights shedding their lively brilliance on their tipsy faces. Instead of the howling of the chilly wind, music could be heard in the air. A while later, the car stopped in front of a nightclub, which looked grander and much quieter than other places. The nightclub was one of the oldest clubs in Glenchester. Before John became the richest man in the city, the nightclub had always been the liveliest and the most popular gathering spot for the rich. Now, it had declined into an old place with lame music, existing to only fill the void.“Ms. Fowler, we’re here,” the driver said. Sherry nodded and got out of the car. The owner of the club saw her and came out to welcome her with several of his employees. Sherry chatted with the owner before they