Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 136

As the black Spyker accelerated on the road, Heaton Fudd who was in the car looked frosty and intense.

Yanni Quain’s words over the phone were still ringing in his ears—

“Heaton Fudd, I forgive you. Sam Joyce isn’t dead, she is still alive!”

Those words kept replaying in his mind.

Heaton Fudd could not help but further speed up the vehicle.

Her passing had been a burden of pain for so many years. If Sam Joyce was not dead, he owed her an apology.

His memory flew back to ten years ago.

Yanni Quain and him were still good friends. Sam Joyce used to hang out with them. They went to college together, went to the library together, and even frequented Internet cafes together to play games…

That was probably Heaton Fudd’s happiest time of his life so far. He was not as dark and cold. He had the best friendships in the world, and a wonderful big brother, Yoel Fudd.

Ten years ago, Sam Joyce sank under the ocean and five years ago, Yoel Fudd died from a high-speed car accident.

Two very important people in his life died one after another. His heart grew heavy and dark as he had nobody to pour out his feelings to.

For the past decade, he gradually became more reserved.

If Sam Joyce really was back, all he wanted to do was to sincerely tell her that he was sorry.

…

When Heaton Fudd arrived at the hotel that Yanni Quain directed him to, he rushed into the room.

A lady resembling Sam Joyce stood by the window with her back toward him. Even though ten years had passed and he was unsure if it was her, he did not think twice and ran up to hold her hand.

“Sammie!”

When the lady turned around, she suddenly sprayed something on him!

Heaton Fudd was caught by surprise and did not get to dodge. He suddenly felt dizzy.

“Yanni Quain sent you?”

The woman pushed Heaton Fudd onto the bed behind him and sat across his waist. Her red lips smiled seductively and said, “President Fudd, let me offer myself to you. What do you say?”

Heaton Fudd used every bit of his remaining energy to push the woman away from his body and shouted angrily, “Get off me!”

The woman did not retreat. She crawled up once again and held him in her arms, “Heaton Fudd, stop fighting it. The dose that I used can put an African elephant to sleep! Why don’t you just stay put and have a good time with me?”

Sunny Shea did not expect Yanni Quain would assign her such a perfect mission!

If she slept with Heaton Fudd and never let him go, she would become Mrs. Fudd and would not need to worry for the rest of her life!

Sunny Shea slid her fingers lightly across Heaton Fudd’s handsome face. “You’re really handsome, even a little more handsome than President Quain. Heaton Fudd, from this moment on, you’re mine!”

…

Verian Mont left the Department of Civil Affairs feeling completely lost. She stood at the entrance and pondered for a moment, then decided to give Heaton Fudd a call.

He left so hastily, did something happen?

The phone rang for a long while before it was answered.

“Heaton Fudd, you left in such a hurry, what ha--“

Before she could finish, a seductive female voice interrupted her and said, “Who are you? President Fudd is really busy now!”

“Busy? Who are you?”

On the other end of the line, Sunny Shea humphed scornfully, “Of course President Fudd ran off hastily because he came to the hotel to make love with me! If you’ve nothing important, I’m gonna hang up. He’s calling for me!”

Verian Mont held the phone with trembling fingers. She felt a strange cold sensation washing all over her. She slowly sat down in front of the building's entrance with her phone in her hands.

Her heart was numb and cold as if sinking into freezing water.

The reason Heaton Fudd rushed off in such a hurry was that he wanted to sleep with another woman at the hotel? However, it was he who dragged her to the Civil Affairs Department. How could he humiliate her like that?