CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times novel Chapter 121

Katherine leaned against the door, her head slightly lifted. The noise outside died down. Marshall and Mrs. Grant had gone downstairs. They were talking so loud that as if they were worrying that they could not wake her up to hear all this. She paid them a sneer, and then headed toward the bathroom. The marks on her body were even worse than last time.

She filled the bathtub with hot water and lied flat in it.

Every inch of her body was sore.

As she remembered, she was in her rhythm, which meant he did not have to take any pill this time. Could that at least be a fortunate thing? She did not know.

She did not have much sleep last night. Marshall was more likely to be on some drugs than on alcohol. He just banged her once and once again.

In the tub she took a nap. When starvation woke her, it was noon.

She crawled out the bathtub, wiped herself casually, put on her clothes, and then went down stairs.

It was only Mrs. Grant down there, whose face was an ugly green at the sight of Katherine.

Her expressions did not concern Katherine though. Katherine just walked to the dining room and had herself fed.

The food was cold, making her stomach a little uncomfortable.

Katherine wiped her mouth clean and then ordered an Uber on her phone.

Then she waited in the lobby of the main hall.

It would take the Uber a while to arrive, so she just stood there, still as stone, eyeing at the gate.

Mrs. Grant was sitting in the living room, her voice drifting through the air. “Brazen slut.”

Katherine said nothing at first.

She kind of thought what she did yesterday was shameless too, but Mrs. Grant was relentless. “I bet her parents taught her all this, in a hope that their daughter would one day seduce some rich man and make themselves rich.”

Katherine’s anger flared instantly.

She glared at Mrs. Grant, who looked back at her.

Slowly, Katherine pulled her phone out, dialed. “Reach out to some media. I got some great new about me and Mr. Grant. I’m sure the media would love to hear about it.”

In an instant, Mrs. Grant’s face changed. She trotted up to Katherine in strides in an attempt to yank the phone off Katherine’s hand. “What the hell are you talking about?! Give me the phone.”

Katherine kicked her straight as she got closer. “Fuck off!”

Mrs. Grant was plump, and had lived a spoiled life. Put her in a fight with anyone, and she’s always going to lose.

She didn’t expect the kick and was hit forcefully.