All Chapters of Billionaire's Pampered Wife: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

"How do you know? What's your basis? How did you conclude that there is more than one murderer? How did you know they are not doing well? How do you know the woman is his ex-girlfriend?" "Tony was 190 centimetres tall and he weighed 85 kilograms. Do you think that a single person can carry his body? Also the place he was dumped is very remote, no car could get into the area. The murderers are very familiar with the terrain and they even know how to avoid crowds. Even if they met someone, no one would suspect them. Do you think rich people would use public toilets in remote areas? Tony was a high ranking male escort. His clients were all rich and famous. Beautiful, like Katty. Every single shot counts for him. Why would he waste time on an ordinary woman? Well, there's only one possibility, his ex-girlfriend. It's either he still loved her or he got dumped by her. As for the cutting equipment? It should belong to them. Isn't it weird to use some

Stella Grace sat on the sofa and rested for a while. Her eyelids drooped. She couldn't faint. She shook her head, stood up, smeared her pale lips with lipstick, changed into clean clothes, and wrapped herself in a black windbreaker. This way, even if the blood seeped out, no one would notice it. She took the suitcase out and called the soldier on duty. "Hello, I'm sorry, my suitcase is broken. It's of great significance to me. I want to get it fixed. Could you please call a car for me? Also, the sheets are stained too. Please change them." "Oh, okay, I'll call someone to come over now. Please wait for five minutes." The soldier went to make the call. Stella went into the kitchen. Jasper Milton had a small stove. She found the sugar at the pantry and ate a spoonful of it. "It's ready," the soldier reported. "Thank you," Stella said calmly, pulling her suitcase past the soldier. The soldier saw that the four wheels were still in order

"I did not study psychology, but I think that if a man has already made up his mind to cheat on you, you should just let him go. You will eventually find someone who will treat you wholeheartedly. The key is that you must be willing to give up," the man said. "Thank you, I have another phone call coming in. I'll hang up now." Stella hung up and looked at Jasper Milton's caller ID, but did not answer. When people were impulsive, angry, wronged, or vexed, it was best to calm down for five minutes first. If sharp words were said, it would only hurt the other party. It might not necessarily be a good thing for you if the other party was hurt. Especially when they were your relatives, friends, colleagues, boss, or lover. Jasper called again, and Stella answered. "Where are you?" Jasper asked in a tired voice. If he had used up all his energy on another woman, what was the point of getting mad at him?! If she lost her temper, he would only think that

Jasper Milton was shocked. "I forced myself on you? We have a child?" "The child is dead," Stella Grace said coldly. "You..." Jasper felt like he had been struck by lightning. He took some time to recover from the shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Did you tell me Bettany was still alive? You accompanied Bettany until midnight. Did you tell me that? You accompanied her to the hospital. Did you tell me that?" She suddenly felt drained, her rant had taken a lot out from her. They had already separated, yet they were still trying hard to trample on each other. It was the most childish thing they could do. It was toxic behavior. Stella calmed down and said, "It doesn't matter now. I've annulled our marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau. I've torn up our marriage certificates. There's nothing between us anymore. Go take care of her." "What did you say?" Jasper's heart tightened. For the first time, he lost control. He gripped her arm tightly as if he was tr

No wonder she went to the Second People's Hospital. "Have you seen enough?" Stella Grace said coldly. She pulled down her skirt, sat up, and looked at Jasper coldly. "Don't you think it's rude to reveal my scars without my permission?" "How did you get hurt?" Jasper Milton asked worriedly. Stella got up from the bed without looking at him. "You should not be worrying about me. I have nothing to do with you anymore." He stood behind her and said, "We agreed to get married together. Shouldn't we discuss our divorce too?" "We had already agreed before we got married. You cannot object if I want to get a divorce. This is in line with your promise." She took the diamond ring from her finger and returned it to him. He took the ring and threw it out the window. He was cold yet his eyes were red. "I won't agree to the divorce," he said determinedly. "It's done." Stella replied cruelly. Jasper held her arm. "I have to take care of Bettany. S