President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 571

Suddenly, Max chimed in, "It's up to me to decide if I owe you anything. You don't need to explain anything to me."

Laura didn’t know what to say.

She felt a little frustrated, but at the same time, warmth welled up within her from the bottom of her heart.

Just at this moment, there was a shrill scream coming from their left.

The two of them looked over their shoulders, only to see a middle-aged woman dripping with jewels bursting into the restaurant.

She rushed to a table and slapped a young girl’s face hard in a domineering manner.

"You bitch! How dare you seduce my husband! I’ll beat the shit out of you!"

Her high-pitched voice suddenly attracted everyone’s attention.

With a bright red face, the man sitting next to the young girl got up to stop her, growling, "What are you talking about? She’s one of my clients."

"Client?" The middle-aged woman got angrier, "You must be her client in bed, aren't you?"

"You!"

The young girl covered her cheek in embarrassment and bit her lip. "Mr. Caveney, let’s talk over our cooperative project next time! I think I’m gonna leave now."

After that, she got up to leave.

However, the middle-aged woman grabbed her.

"Oh, you wanna leave? Let me tell you something. Don’t you ever think of getting out of this restaurant alive if you don't break up with my husband today!"

"Enough!"

The man gave the middle-aged woman a resounding slap across the face. After that, he paused for a second, clenched his teeth, and turned around, apologizing to the young girl.

"I’m so sorry, Miss Nordhoff. You go first. I’ll come to your company to talk over the project with you later."

Her face grim, the young girl shot a glance at the man and said indifferently, "Don’t bother. It’d be better for you to take care of your family affair first, Mr. Caveney!"

After that, she strode out in a huff.

"You bitch! Don’t go! You…"

"Enough! Is this not embarrassing enough for you?" The man grabbed his wife and noticed the people around staring at them in a strange way, feeling awkward.

"You bastard, Devon Caveney! How dare you slap me, you jerk! What did you say to my dad back then when you married me? Now you're successful, and my dad is dead, so this is how you treat me, you ungrateful bastard…"

The middle-aged woman vented her anger on him because the young girl left. She pulled at his clothes, cursing.

Anger simmered inside the man as his wife was making a scene, and he flared up the moment he heard her saying, "… to my dad back then when you married me…" Now that she touched his sore spot, he grabbed his wife’s wrist, shoved her away, and roared, "Enough! Lillian Page, cut it out or I’ll divorce you!"

The middle-aged woman was shoved to the ground. She was stunned for a second, and the next moment, she started to wail, didn’t care how embarrassed she looked.

The man's face darkened in an instant and he snapped, "Stop making a fool of yourself!"

After that, he strode away.

Laura looked back.

The steak in front of her had cooled off, so she put down her fork and knife and wiped her mouth.

"That woman is impossible. Were I her husband, I would divorce her for sure."

Max was calm, but a faint sneer crossed his eyes.

"Maybe, but have you noticed the watches the man and the young girl were wearing?"

Laura raised her eyebrows.

Max went on, "They’re wearing the latest his-and-hers watches by Cartier. Either of them is worth at least one hundred thousand dollars. They’re business partners, but they're wearing matching watches. It’s too much of a confidence."