Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 35

Heaton Fudd’s humiliating statement sparked flames of rage in Verian Mont’s heart. Being under the complete influence of rage, she raised her hand and approached the left side of his face. However, the man caught her arm midair and said, “Was last night’s beating not enough for you? Do you intend to slap me again?”

Heaton Fudd’s long slender fingers gripped her arm tightly. Her slender wrist was like a piece of glassware at the brink of shattering. It caused her to shriek in agony. She was like a tiny animal desperately struggling to break free. She struggled to yell out, “Heaton Fudd! Let go of me! I am without a doubt shameless, but how much better do you think you’re better than me? When you were flirting with Nancy Xander behind your brother’s back, you were viler than me!”

Heaton Fudd shoved her to the wall while furiously staring at her with his black pearly eyes, “What nonsense are you saying!”

Her spine hit the wall hard and the agonizing pain caused her to shiver, “It’s not nonsense that I’m making up. Are you not clear in your heart as well?!”

Zaynie Fudd was the best evidence to support Heaton Fudd and Nancy Xander’s ‘affair’ right?!

“Ve. Ri. An. Mont!”

The corner of Heaton Fudd’s eyes were completely engulfed in the flames of rage. His huge hands were now choking her slender white neck and by the second, the grip grew tighter. The chokehold made her neck crack. The air in her throat grew thinner as her face was completely flushed red. However, she had no intentions of begging for mercy!

The corner of both the woman’s eyes already had two obvious streaks of tear stains.

Heaton Fudd was stunned as his huge hands gradually released the chokehold. After her asphyxiated state was relieved, she coughed violently. Her face was flushed red from all the coughing.

“Verian Mont, it’s best for you to behave, or else, I might lose control and snap your neck!”

After the man left her with a cold warning, he turned around and hastily walked away.

She hugged herself, all while squatting in the same spot she stood. Even after catching her breath for a long while, her terrified emotions did not fade away.

Heaton Fudd nearly strangled her to death because she ruined Nancy Xander.

She was long aware of the importance of Nancy Xander, however, it was uncertain why there were waves of envy in her heart when he was humiliating her.

It had to be a mistake.

She should resent him by now. How was it possible for her to be jealous now?

When Heaton Fudd and Nancy Xander actually get together, she would be able to be free and would no longer have to live her days under his temperament!

…

When Heaton Fudd returned to Fudd Group, he was emanating a strong menacing aura. ‘The living should steer clear’ was scrawled on his face and the surrounding temperature around him had grown significantly colder!

When Jensen pushed the door open, he was stunned.

Who in the world had caused his boss to be this infuriated?

He cautiously said in a polite manner, “Boss, the wife’s party is at…”

Before Jensen could finish reporting, the man frowned and interrupted, “Don’t tell me about her matters!”

“...”

Hey… but his boss had just told him to look into this morning. Had the wife infuriated his boss?

Jensen dared not to say another word but remained silent. However, a couple seconds later, a shred of frustration flashed across Heaton Fudd’s brows. A single word escaped his lips, “Speak!”

“...”

Should he speak or not?

Jensen was sweating profusely while paying close attention to Heaton Fudd’s emotions as he spoke cautiously, “The party your wife will be attending tonight is organized by Quincy Sheen. She invited a whole bunch of famous stars. It was rumored that Quincy Sheen had a bet you’re your wife, and if she attends the party you will have to acknowledge her as your wife in the party. If not, it would be Quincy Sheen’s loss and she would have to bow her head thrice to your wife. If you’re absent, boss… then the wife will lose.”

The man had an emotionless expression, “So what happens if she loses?”

“Then the wife will have to bow her head thrice to Quincy Sheen.”

Heaton Fudd scoffed coldly. He was obviously not bothered by it.

Verian Mont was actually that bored to play games like these.

Jensen probed, “Boss, will you… be attending the wife’s party tonight?”