Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 591

She hated Stella to the bone

She wished Stella would die.

And the fact that she could say something so vicious only proved one thing. She herself was vicious by nature.

After all, back when Stella had still lived at Inkwood Manor, Old Mrs. Wright had ordered someone to poison her. Unfortunately for her, Stella had ended up feeding that poison directly to Evan.

That day, Evan had almost died.

“Are you even listening to me?” Old Mrs. Wright snapped from the other end of the phone, growing even angrier when E not respond.

Evan said, “I heard you.”

“Then get rid of her! I’ll take the blame for you!”

Old Mrs. Wright’s voice over the phone was dark and vicious.

Although Stella was sitting a little distance away from Evan, the room was so quiet that she could still hear most of what w being said.

The maids standing closer to Evan heard the venom in Old Mrs. Wright’s voice too.

A cold, murderous look flashed in their eyes.

Especially Gray.

The way he looked at Evan made it seem as if he wanted to reach through the phone and crush that old woman himself

Evan said, “I’m hanging up.”

“If you don’t get rid of her, you’re not a man!”

Just as Evan was about to end the call, Old Mrs. Wright shouted at him through the phone

So some people really did need to be dealt with in person.

Look at Dora, Fiona, and the others. Even if they wanted Stella dead, they still did not dare jump up and say if sur ord

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for Stella’s death

Evan hung up

Then he looked at Stella “Do you know how old she is?”

He asked through gritted teeth.

In truth, there was no point discussing something like this

After all, Sigita no longer had any kindness left in her

All she wanted was to achieve her gual

Hearing the question in Evan’s tight, angry voice, Stella booked of hum

Evan fell silent

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Bring her back?

Would she really be that kind?

Stella said, “If you want her back, I can arrange it right away. I’ll send a private jet to bring her home. How does that sound?”

A private jet.

Compared with everything Stella had done to torment the Wright family lately, this was practically the best treatment she ha offered.

But did Evan dare nod?

No.

He did not.

“Bring her back so you can torment an old woman her age the same way you’re tormenting them?”

As Evan said this, he glanced outside at the women working in the freezing wind.

Stella said, “There are plenty of people in their seventies and eighties who still have to work for a living because their younger generations are useless.”

“You…”

That word, “useless,” nearly made Evan explode with anger.

Was he useless?

Fine.

Maybe compared with her, he was.

She had Felix backing her, and Christian from Hogarth Group too. Together, they had cornered him completely.

He had underestimated what she was capable of.

If she did not have that kind of ability, would he really be so powerless?

But under her kind of siege, even the most capable person would probably still have nowhere to turn.

“What exactly do you want?”

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