Goodbye You Never Loved Me novel (Martha and Stefan) novel Chapter 87

She got up and walked out of the bedroom. Without touching the cup of water on the desk, she bypassed the desk and sat lazily on the sofa.
Taking out the phone and dialing Jane's number, she said lightly, "I'm hungry. Let's go to dinner together."
Martha heard an affirmative answer over the phone. A faint smile touched her lips.
"I'll see you at the restaurant, then."
With that said, she hung up the phone and got up to go to the bathroom to change her clothes.
Joann noticed that Martha didn't even take a sip of water before leaving the house.
She looked at the computer screen with disappointed eyes, and was secretly angry at Martha for not drinking water!
As soon as Martha drank the water, they could carry out the next plan.
Martha would be humiliated badly by then.
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At the restaurant corner.
Jane had just arrived after Martha had ordered her meal.
"I've ordered the meal for you."
"Thank you, Ms. Doyle."
Jane laughed, then sat down and looked around before asking suspiciously, "Did you find anything?"
Martha showed a sly smile. Jane, who sat opposite her, could not understand why Martha smiled that way, with a more confused look in her eyes.
Then she heard Martha say quietly, "We need to put on a show."
"What is it about?"
"Joann set up a camera in my room and then spiked my water cup with love potion. I guess she wanna record my lewdness."
Jane, who had never been in love before, clearly understood what "lewdness" meant and what Joann was trying to do.
As Martha spoke, she took a sip of wine.
Jane was not as calm as Martha was. Instead, her eyes widened in anger.
"How could Joann be so mean! So what do we do? Should we tell Mr. Harrison and the others?"
"No, I'm going to make a plan out of it."
Martha smiled and shook her head as if she had it all under control.
What was the point of telling men? Hollie and she were intriguing against each other, while men could only be used as pawns.
Jane was getting confused. The only way she could come up with was to tell everyone the truth, but Martha wanted to make a plan out of it.
"How should we make it?"
"Later, you go to Joann's room, and do something to distract her attention. Then I'll use the time to change the spiked water with clean one. Then..."
Martha told Jane how to mislead Joann and Hollie into carrying out the plan that they thought "perfect".
It would be so fun.
While speaking, Martha curled her lips into a brighter smile.
But Jane, upon hearing Martha's plan, was very surprised.
Was it really necessary to do so?
"Ms. Doyle, is it really good for you to do this to Mr. Harrison?"
Jane could imagine Mr. Harrison's angry face when the time came.
But Martha's confident smile showed as if victory was within reach. Jane had no choice but to do as she was told.
Half an hour later, the two finished their dinner and went back to their respective villas.
After Martha walked into the villa, she didn't go straight to her room, but went to find Rhys.
Not long after she rang the doorbell, the door to the room was opened.
A lazy, flirtatious smile lifted the corners of Rhys' mouth when he found that it was Martha.
"Miss Doyle, are you inviting me to dinner?"
"Sorry to let you down, Mr. Williams. I just finished dinner."
Martha politely replied, and then cut to the chase.
"I'm here to ask you a favor."
"Come in and talk."
Rhys, with a smile on his lips, turned to one side and invited Martha into the room in a gentlemanly manner.
Martha walked into the room and settled on the couch.
Rhys poured two goblets of red wine, placed one of them in front of Martha, and then sat down opposite her, gently shaking the red goblet in his hand.
"What do you want me to help you with? Let's make it clear in advance. I want rewards."
The rewards he mentioned were not financial, but sexual.
Martha habitually neglected his flirtatious tone of voice. She got no idea of what Rhys really wanted.
But she was sure that Rhys would tell her sooner or later.
After all, at the very beginning, he approached her deliberately with ulterior motives.
"Mr. Williams, tonight, I need you to put on a show with me."