She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Can You Give No Money Just Because You Are the Big Boss

Marissa shivered and felt the tension in the air.

And she felt sorry for Caroline. Antonio was not the same as the foreigner called Cayne. In these years Marissa have dealt with all kinds of people, so she had the skill to know people well with her eyes.

And today, she was present when Boss and Mr. Tucker clashed.

Mr. Tucker's performance was beyond her expectations.

At least Marissa didn't expect those words would come from the mouth of Mr. Tucker, the playboy in everyone's eyes.

"As the saying goes, broken bones well set become stronger. The saying maybe refers to Mr. Tucker," Marissa thought.

Marissa couldn't hold Bentley's thoughts again. Didn't he know that he himself has never been one to meddle?

Didn't boss know that he was losing his temper at the moment? When seeing Caroline and Mr. Tucker were together today, he acted like a husband who saw his wife cheat on him and caught her in adultery.

"Cyrus, ask two men to keep an eye on her."

Cyrus didn't react for a moment. "On whom?" he thought.

"If something happens, report it to me in time."

It was only at this point that it dawned on Cyrus that boss wanted him to keep an eye on Caroline.

But a new question appeared-what was the meaning of "something happens"?

He couldn't report everything to Big Boss who was always dealing with a host of problems, right?

Cyrus made a dour face, he was about to scratch his head.

"If that woman dares to betray me..." The man in the back seat of the car looked grim with a jade-like cold face, and he showed murderous intent in his eyes.

While Cyrus and Marissa's hearts were trembling, a strange look appeared on their faces at the same time. "If that woman dares to betray me..." When Boss said this, was it an admission of something in a sense?

Next day.

Caroline was in the hallway at work when she was stopped in her tracks by a figure.

"Mr. Shawn."

After a period of absence, Bentley finally reappeared in Royal Club. Lowering his head and looking at the woman in front of him, he felt a nameless fire rose in his heart.

"Hmm," he responded in a low voice, then he was silent.

Caroline's entire body was tense. She bypassed Bentley, walking all the way to the front with her head down.

Behind her, the anger was growing in the man's eyes.

He took a few big steps to catch up with her and tugged her hand. "Where is Ms. Jameson going in such a hurry?" He thought, "Will she meet her lover?"

When he thought of all the things this woman had done, he had the urge to strangle her with his own hands.

Caroline looked tense. "I'm off duty. Mr. Shawn, let me go. I'm going back to my dorm."

"Will you go back to the dorm or meet your lover?"

Caroline's face turned pale and miserable immediately. She looked up abruptly and saw the irony in the eyes of the man in front of her.

She held her breath for a second, pretending to be strong and said coldly, "I was originally a prostitute. A prostitute is off duty now, what could I do except for meet my lover? Mr. Shawn, please let me go."

Bentley's anger rushed to his head, but his hand held onto Caroline's arm for dear life.

Caroline looked coldly at his palm gripping on her and asked, "Or do you want to be my client too, Mr. Shawn?"

Bentley was angry but he laughed. "Okay, don't go back. I will be your whoremaster today."

A hand immediately reached out to him.