All Chapters of His Perfect Wife Strikes Back: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Daley didn't return until early in the morning. I was half asleep when I heard him enter the bathroom to take a shower. I closed my eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep.I could feel his cold fingers caressing my cheek, and I opened my eyes to look at him. We looked at each other for a few seconds, and then the tension between us dissipated.Over the next few days, Daley would take me to all kinds of business dinners, and sometimes I would meet Tommy, and every time he saw me he would mention something about Mia. He seemed interested in her, whom he had never met, and even asked about Mia's private life. I didn't tell him that Mia was going to marry Frade. I thought Mia should have told him herself.Tommy told me that he had asked his lawyer to suspend his work on the estate. He felt he needed to see Mia in person, and if Mia's name needed to be added to the list of heirs to the estate, she would have to provide a separate paternity test. Based on the fact that my mother has passed

I hurried back to the hospital, and when I came to the hospital gate, there were several cars parked outside the parking lot. A group of tall men surrounding these cars with grim faces. They kept glancing warily at passers-by entering and leaving the hospital. I saw Mark in the crowd, whispering to another man. He didn't even notice me as I sped past him.My heart suddenly rose to my throat. It seemed that both Daley and Frade were ready for the fight. If Vickie doesn't wake up tonight, the war between them will blow out, and the consequences will be unimaginable.No, Vickie. You have to get through this. I prayed in my heart.As I entered the hospital, Daley was on the phone at the other end of the hall. He looked busy, too. In order not to disturb him, I walked straight to the door of the ward.Mia is still praying. Looking at her, I thought maybe she really wanted Vickie to be safe. Should I tell her about the inheritance now? But I haven't finished my investigation of her yet. Is

“What do you mean by getting rid of her?” I asked cautiously.“You know.” Vickie gently scratched her neck.“No, Vickie,” I said. “I would never hurt her. She's my sister.”“But what if she wants to hurt Frade, or you?”“How do you know she'll hurt Frade?” I sighed. “Maybe you're thinking too much.”“Oh, young lady.” Vickie shook her head, “I've lived longer than you, and I've always believed that people who are dead don't come back to life. Unless she's not dead at all. That Mia must have a purpose when she shows up at this time.”“But why did you want to kill her? I don't understand.”“Just dealing with trouble,” Vickie said sternly. “This woman has turned two brothers against each other, and this time her presence may cause even more trouble.”“Even without Mia, Frade and Daley would have fought over the power.” I glanced at Vickie. “You know that. You just simply don't like Mia, but you wouldn't kill her.”Although I don't like this sister much, I never want to hurt her.“My gut t

“Nonsense!” I glared at her. “What does that have to do with me?”“Because Jeff likes you.” Mia sneered, “Don't you think it's like looking in a mirror when we're face to face? And you know what? I had heard your name from Jeff many times before I met you, especially in bed. What do you think Liv would do if she knew that her husband had been fantasizing about her best friend?”“That's not true.” I stepped back and touched the corner of the table. “You're lying.”“If you want me to tell you the truth, why don't you believe me?” Mia sits in a chair and pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her purse.She lit the cigarette in her mouth with a lighter and a ring of white smoke came out of her mouth.“Why don't you sit down?” Mia pointed to the old couch in the living room with her cigarette in her hand. “I don't want to see you pass out on the floor.”“I went up to the sky club years ago to be a dancer, and I met Jeff one night, and I became his mistress. He told me that he had a wife, but

“What are you looking for?” Daley looked at me calmly. He had just finished his shower and a white towel was wrapped around his lower body. A drop of water ran down his hair to the forehead.“Nothing, I'm just looking for pliers,” I lied.“Pliers? What do you need pliers for?” He gave me a suspicious look.“Because I want to open the diary,” I said hastily. “My mother's diary is locked. I need tools to open it.”“There's nothing on the desk that you want,” Daley said. “If you don't mind, I can see what kind of lock it is. Maybe you don't need pliers to open it.”So I went into the bedroom to get my mother's diary and gave it to Daley. He looked at the little lock in the diary and found a pen and stuck it in the middle of the lock. He twirled the pen a few times before the lock fell to the floor.“See, that's easy.” Daley handed me the diary.As I opened this diary, I was secretly glad he didn't notice that I was checking his phone. When I opened it, however, the pages were hollowed ou