Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 36

Seeing Verian just standing there without any intention to lower her head and kowtow to her made Wanelle run out of patience. She wanted to watch her make a fool of herself. Thus, she swaggered toward her on her high heels. Her shimmering red lips came close to Verian's ear, and she said provocatively, "Sister, if you really don't want to kowtow, you can beg me now. If my mood is good, maybe I'll let you go."

Verian clenched her fists, but she smiled as she said angrily and icily. "Wanelle, I'm down and out now. In any case, I'm still the rightful heiress of the Mont family! However, for you, if it wasn’t for my dad to take you and your mom in, you and your mom will still be avoiding your creditor! Your biological father is just a drunkard. My dad was kind enough to help your father clear the debts from loan sharks. What did you do in return for his kindness and sincerity? You and your mother took away all the money from my dad, forced him to a dead end, and claimed the Mont Family Mansion as your own. Do the others know about the dirty means that you used?"

She deliberately raised her voice, so that all the guests who were present could hear it.

Within the social circle, Wanelle had been hiding her family background. It was well known that Wanelle's biological father was a scientist in the South Pole, and her mother, Queena Sheen, was a famous pianist. As for her, Wanelle Sheen, she was born as a delicate young lady in a typical highly educated family. When she was young, her father studied science diligently and did not have time to take care of her and her mother. They later divorced because they could not get along well. At a piano performance, her mother coincidentally met Grayson Mont. Afterward, she married into the Mont family.

At this moment, whispering puzzled voices could be heard.

"It turns out that Wanelle's biological father is a drunkard! How could she say that he's a scientist in the South Pole who works abroad all year.

I knew it! No wonder we've never seen her father!"

Since her father's a drunkard, her mother's probably not a pianist and maybe she's a prostitute instead!"

The whispered discussions sounded exceptionally ironic.

Wanelle's face with exquisite makeup instantly turned pale, and she became angry out of embarrassment. "Verian Mont, you're just making up nonsense! You can't afford to lose so you decide to make malicious toward me?!"

"Am I talking nonsense? Or are you lying? You know it in your heart!"

Wanelle looked at the scornful eyes that were looking at her. She raised her hand and pulled Verian's arms, pushing her into the swimming pool abruptly!

She did not expect Wanelle's sudden push, so she instantly fell into the swimming pool. The cold pierced through her bones. Her dress was soaked wet, and the make-up on her face was ruined, making her look extremely embarrassed.

On the ground beside the pool, Wanelle, who was offended, became extremely furious. "Come on! Drag her out! Verian Mont! You lose! If you're willing, you've to make kowtow three times. Even if you're not willing to, you still have to do it!"

Two muscular bodyguards came and pulled Verian up forcefully.

Verian struggled hard, and her arms were pulled until they were so painful as if they were broken!

"You, let me go! Let me go!”

Jensen, who was standing beside the pool, frowned and could not see anything anymore. As he wanted to walk toward Wanelle and asked her to let it go, a clear and domineering male voice with an extremely magnetic tone emanated from the crowd.

"Verian Mont."

Her watery eyes flickered hastily. It was Heaton's voice.

She turned her head around and looked toward the voice. A tall and sturdy male figure entered her blurry field of vision. The inexplicable arrogance and nobleness vibe from the man attracted the sights of the people present.

Heaton's arrival was like a timely God's descent, making everyone gasp.

It was really Heaton Fudd.

Heaton Fudd actually came to this small gathering in person, and the direction where he walked was toward Verian. Verian’s body was still soaking wet from the swimming pool.

Heaton Fudd, who was the president of the Fudd Group... He really knew Verian Mont, an heiress who became down and out?

The two bodyguards who were holding Verian's arms were shocked and released her hand fearfully. Verian, still in the swimming pool, stared at the noble man with a dull gaze.

"Heaton..."

The man stared at the little woman who opened her lips in amazement in the swimming pool. In everyone's suspicious and horrified eyes, he bent down and extended his slender and well-shaped hands.