Infatuated with my Ex-wife novel Chapter 11

Hearing this, Irene's heart tightened. She held the phone anxiously and shouted to the other end. "Tristan, stop! I... I'll be right back!"

Tristan smirked and said, "This is my good sister. See you later." Then, he hung up.

Irene dropped the phone, grabbed the car key in a hurry, and drove back to the Jones house.

She knew Tristan's ruthlessness. If she did not do what he said. He would probably do something even more terrifying to Sofia. Even though Sofia had not treated her like a daughter for so many years, she still could not ignore her.

Irene stepped on the accelerator all the way home and was led to the second floor. As soon as she entered, her legs went soft and she was pressed on the floor, unable to struggle.

A pair of well-made leather shoes came into her sight . It was Tristan.

"Irene, you are really tricky now, even dare to let Edward stumble upon me. "Tristan's insidious voice came from above Irene's head.

Irene raised her head and looked at him fearlessly, "Where's my mother?"

"Humph." Tristan snorted and clapped his hands. "Bring her here."

Sofia was dragged into the hall by two black bodyguards. Her face was full of tears, no longer as exquisite and dignified as it used to be. She looked at Irene with endless grievances and stammered. "Irene, you must save me..."

Irene looked her up and down to make sure that she was safe and sound, and then she was relieved. Fortunately, Tristan hadn't really done anything to her.

"You're really a filial daughter. But you'd better worry about yourself now!" Tristan's voice rang out as if it was coated with poison. He looked at Irene viciously, "Edward has made things difficult for me, so I'll torture you!"

Irene was still being pressed, with her knees half kneeling on the floor.

She frowned and sneered disdainfully, "Tristan, what's wrong? If you can't touch Edward, you just vent your anger on a woman. Are you so coward?"

"Shut up!" Tristan slapped Irene angrily and greeted Irene's face.

After the slap, Irene's face turned to one side and became red and swollen. Her face was burning with pain.

"Irene!" Sofia cried out in alarm, and she turned to Tristan and begged. "Tristan, for your father's sake, let Irene go. As for Edward, shouldn't Irene be the one to help?"

Sofia's words reminded Tristan. He bent down , his eyes were level with Irene, one finger pointed to the landline phone, and he raised his voice, "Call Edward immediately and ask him to take the money, otherwise I will kill you!  

Irene looked at him calmly, her eyes as cold as ice, biting his face.

Tristan was caught off guard and immediately flew into a rage. He madly punched and kicked Irene.

Irene was pressed by others and could not move. She could only endure it. She did not beg for mercy or avoid. She was  too stubborn .

By the side, Sofia had already shed a flood of tears. She muttered, " Irene... Irene..." However, she did not dare to truly obstruct Tristan and could only turn her head away to watch this scene.

After a long time, Tristan, who was panting, finally vented his anger. He pulled up Irene, who was barely breathing. "Call Edward, or I'll find someone to rape you."

Tristan finally saw the look of fear on Irene's face with satisfaction. He raised his hand to pat Irene's face and sneered. "It turns out that our female chaste girl fears this. It seems that I should have treated you this way."

After that, Irene was thrown to the phone.