She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 173

Luther slowly set down his suitcase.

He stood at the entrance of the sitting room, staring at the woman.

His dark eyes were abyss-like.

The intensity of his gaze was terrifying.

Jolie was wearing a sexy crimson slip dress. She lounged across the sofa, looking at her new husband with a provocative, mocking sneer. Swirling the liquor in her glass, she watched him through the crystal and scoffed. "Gone to Havenworth for so many days? How did it feel? Must have been thrilling to watch Hilda pop out a kid. Too bad the baby's last name is Judson... Landon Judson. You have to admit, Harrell's actually quite cultured. The name he picked for the baby has a nice ring to it. Tell me, Luther, don't you think he and Hilda have more in common? I bet he's even poetic with her in bed, unlike you, who only knows how to be rough."

After finishing her taunt, she let out a shrill laugh.

But the smile never reached her eyes.

She knew she was doomed.

With those two massive scandals out in the open, Luther was never going to let her off the hook, let alone play the part of a loving husband. She had lost her reputation, she couldn't have children, and the only thing she had left was her utility. Her collaboration with Naomi Zeller's Mokshalia was going to be her final lifeline.

She knew exactly how Luther operated.

The fact that she was still the project manager meant he couldn't afford to replace her just yet.

She was still indispensable.

Jolie's eyes were bloodshot as she spoke. "Luther, I'll secure the Mokshalia project for you."

The man casually loosened his tie and scoffed. "You better. Otherwise, you're not going to have a single crumb left to your name."

But business was business, and personal was personal.

The divorce was still happening.

And Jolie was still getting thrown out.

Luther stepped out into the hallway and raised his voice. "Wilma, get two people up here. Pack Ms. Lovell's things and throw them out on the lawn. She can figure it out herself. From now on, she is not allowed to set foot on this property without my permission."

Wilma had been waiting for this exact moment.

She immediately agreed.

She brought up two burly maids.

Armed with Luther's direct orders, the three women completely ignored Jolie's usual authority. They grabbed the woman by the arms and dragged her struggling body down the stairs. October nights were freezing, yet Jolie was physically thrown out of the villa just like that. Her hysterical screams echoed through the stairwell—

"I am Mrs. Sanford!"

"How dare you touch me!"

"Aren't you terrified of what I'll do to you when I'm back in charge?"

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