Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 30

Heaton Fudd received a phone call from Kush Xavier twenty minutes later.

“Hello, boss, South Hill Cemetery’s supervisor told me that Bodd Yellen had actually bought a plot for madam’s father. This…”

That man replied simply before hanging up the phone call, “None of my business” before hanging up the phone call.

He buried his head into the pile of documents and all he felt was a wave of frustration and anger in his heart.

Was that woman even as self-aware as the other women around her?

Could it be the absence of a legal marriage license, that the woman assumed she had the liberty to warm up to other men?

Since she wanted a great plot of burial land for Grayson Mont, why did she not mention it to him earlier in the study? She had to turn around and inform his nephew about it.

She was the birth mother of Little Jelly Bean, mother to his child and she had the audacity to warm up to his nephew.

Layers of ice formed at the bottom of Heaton Fudd’s dark pearly eyes.

…

Verian Mont made a trip to Guin Yellen’s apartment first. Guin Yellen was not home and she was unsure where exactly she went off to. After retrieving the urn containing Grayson Mont’s ashes, she left for the Mont family’s mansion after calling a cab.

Standing in front of the main gate of the Mont’s family’s mansion, she felt distant somehow.

It had been three years and she was now finally able to return to the mansion in broad daylight.

While carrying the urn, she mumbled to herself, “Dad, we’re home.”

The key was given to her after signing the agreement with Heaton Fudd. As the doors to the mansion opened, the air felt dusty after being empty for so long. The luxurious furniture that were originally in the mansion were taken by both the Queena and Wanelle Sheen mother and daughter duo. Everything that remained was either too old or worthless. The empty mansion was currently in a dire state.

After wiping down the table in the living room, Verian Mont carefully placed the urn on the table. She said, “Dad, you’ll have to stay here on your own tonight. All these years and you’re still unable to be laid to rest. You’re always drifting aroud with me. It’s all my fault. I, Verian Mont, will make sure to get you buried in South Hill Cemetery.”

Verian Mont felt better after cleaning up the place.

Her cell phone rang as she left the Mont family’s mansion.

“Sister, I’ve planned a private party. It’s at 8 p.m. tomorrow. Everyone is extremely curious after hearing you’ve gotten married to Heaton Fudd. Why don’t you bring Heaton Fudd along and we’ll celebrate together?”

Queena Sheen’s teasing and infuriating voice echoed on the other end of the receiver.

Verian Mont replied calmly, “It’s fine. I’m not into parties. Besides, you girls know Heaton Fudd well. Have fun with your party. We’re not coming.”

Queena Sheen replied with a chuckle, “Sister, are you not into parties or are you afraid? If you and Heaton Fudd are an actual married couple, getting him to come to the party shouldn’t be a difficult thing to do right? Or are you… actually lying?”

Verian Mont clenched her fists whilst listening to the infuriating voice of that vixen. A wave of burning rage ignited in her heart. She said, “If I bring Heaton Fudd to the party and admit that I am in fact his wife, I want you to kneel before me and bow your head thrice for me.”

Queena Sheen was confident. She replied, “Alright. If you’re truly as great as you say you are, bring Heaton Fudd along and allow us to see him. However, let me remind you, if Heaton Fudd denies the legitimacy of your relationship in public or fails to show up at our party, you'll kneel before me and bow your head thrice for me! How’s that?”

“Alright!”

A wave of cold air washed over her heart as soon as she hung up the call---

Queena Sheen and Quincy Sheen had taken away all of the Mont’s family’s assets and the money from the surrogate pregnancy which gave them ten million bucks altogether which resulted in Grayson Mont’s death. She will never let go of the Queena Sheen mother and daughter.

…

After the call ended the Quincy Sheen sisters were cackling by her side.

“Quincy, don’t you worry. That Verian Mont is a pathological liar! Just a couple of days ago at a charity dinner, I saw her flirting with my own eyes. She’s flirting with Heaton Fudd. However, Heaton Fudd didn’t even bother to take a glance at her. With just a few days worth of effort, how could she possibly get married to Heaton Fudd?”

“Hmph, I am starting to look forward to her bowing her head down for me in front of a huge crowd of people at the party!”