Revenge with Her Quadruplets novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144 Feel the Fear

Michael was surprised to see Eleanor. In the past few days, he had been holding back from going to her.

He originally wanted to wait for her to come to him in person and then solved the matter.

However, Eleanor was more patient than he thought.

After those things were exposed on the Internet, she was still very calm and did not do anything.

Michael walked towards Eleanor with a cold smile.

Eleanor tightened the grip on Waylon's little hand.

Waylon glared at Michael.

"Eleanor, nice to see you again," Michael teased, looking at Eleanor with a shameless smile.

Eleanor raised her eyebrows and didn't speak. Thinking of his revenge, she showed a weird and evil smile.

She thought, "Michael, do you think this is over? The show has just begun."

"Mr. Moore, has no one taught you to respect your elders? Anyway, I'm your legitimate aunt. You will be laughed at for treating me in such a frivolous manner. Although there are no outsiders here, you still have to be well-bred, don't you?"

Eleanor said this in a clear and light voice, with a charming smile.

Michael was stunned. He had to admit that Eleanor was very beautiful, and her every movement could easily attract men.

"Eleanor, drop your act. You are allergic to lilies and your eating habits are also exposed. It's no fun acting any longer." Michael hated the way Eleanor was high above.

Before, she was always cautious, meek, and worried in front of him.

He still remembered that when they were in love, she always spoke carefully and coaxed him for fear that he would be unhappy.

He enjoyed her cautious gaze.

Now six years later, no sense of inferiority was in Eleanor's eyes. Instead, she was confident and glowing, and she was more attractive than any woman in this way.

Although Valentina was beautiful, she was actually coquettish.

Michael liked a woman who had charm from the inside out.

"Ellie, you were too stubborn in those days. If you had been tactful, none of this would have happened." No matter how she disguised herself, the fact that she was Eleanor couldn't be changed.

Waylon raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Michael, and said angrily, "Michael, you called my dad's wife too close. You don't respect your aunt at all. I will tell Dad about this when I go back."

Waylon's childish tone carried a strong anger.

Michael frowned slightly, looking at Waylon, whose angry face was full of deep hostility and hatred.

He then smiled, thinking, "This little guy is really lucky. Otherwise, he'd be dead by now."

"Waylon, I didn't expect your relationship with Eleanor to be very good."

"Humph! Just remember who you are. You've been driven out of the Moore family. Don't be too presumptuous." Waylon oppressed Michael with his identity, just like his father.

Michael squinted. What he hated most was that others talked about this matter.

He knew that was a means of Eleanor. She kicked him out of the Moore family as soon as she came back.

"Ellie, do you think this will ruin me?" Michael smirked and strode away.

When he passed Eleanor, she said with a smile, "No, you are wrong. I want all of you dead!"

Her tone was very light and soft, but the hairs on Michael's back prickled with fear, and he clenched his fists suddenly.