"Little bitch, who are you pouting at? Get over here!"
Jessie threw her anger at the young model and reached out to yank the woman out.
Oscar swatted her hand away and shielded the young model in his arms.
"Jessie you've had enough, look at you now, look like you're a shrew!"
And he said she looked like a shrew?
Jessie's eyes were red with anger, "Oscar, what do you want? Do you remember that I'm your wife?"
"Wife? Jessie, I'd like to ask you, do you remember that you're my wife?"
Oscar snorted coldly, his eyes full of mockery.
The young model in her arms was on fire, "Director Oscar, of course she doesn't remember, if she did, how could she have hooked up behind your back?"
"Bitch, keep your mouth shut, who's hooking up?" Jessie screamed in anger.
"Whoever screams louder is who! If you don't behave yourself, how can you have the face to control your husband?"
"And you know that's my husband?"
"..."
"That's enough!"
Oscar interrupted the fight between the two and looked at Jessie coldly, "Jessie, don't be insensitive, can't you see we're talking about something? If you still want to be my Oscar's wife, get your ass home. Otherwise, we'll get a divorce tomorrow."
Anyway, the play will be killed soon, and he does not have to hold back any longer.
Watching Oscar unconcernedly put his arms around the young model and sat on the wine table, Jessie was exasperated and cried.
"Oscar, you bastard!"
She can't get a divorce yet!
Because the last negative news has just been suppressed not long ago, she can't be exposed to another scandal!
She could only hold back!
Jessie left the booth with hatred, slamming the door behind her with a ping.
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