She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Madison's Harsh Words

Mr. Wyatt got caught up in lust and ignored Caroline. He immediately agreed, "OK, it's up to you." Then his hand got to Gianna's thigh furtively.

"Well, don't think I'm not benevolent," said Mr. Wyatt. Then he took out a stack of banknotes from his black briefcase, about fifty thousand dollars. "A thousand dollars for a song. If you sing ten song, you'll get ten thousand dollars; and if you sing twenty songs, you'll get twenty thousand dollars, and so on. If you can sing fifty songs, all the money on the table will belong to you." It would take at least three hours to finish fifty songs.

"Oh, Mr. Wyatt, why will you give her so much?"

"Honey, I'll give you more later." As he spoke, he smiled narcissistically, "Honey, take it easy. I'll give the most essential and precious things in my body to you."

"Oh, Mr. Wyatt, you're so bad." Her bottom wiggled as she got down from Mr. Wyatt. Then she coquettishly went to the singing platform. "Caroline, you should thank me. I'll choose fifty songs for you." As she spoke, her fingers dexterously and skillfully moved on the singing platform, and she clicked one song after another.

After finishing that, she finally came to Mr. Wyatt again.

Caroline silently picked up the microphone. When she saw the first song was Adam Lambert, Caroline was stunned. The second song was She's Gone and the third song was Feeling Good. After seeing the first three songs, Caroline was no longer surprised by the songs chosen by Gianna.

Gianna wanted to give her trouble today.

She sang very well before her voice became rough. But now, she couldn't sing as well as she used to anymore. When the raucous singing sounded, Mr. Wyatt immediately frowned, and Gianna thoughtfully handed him earplugs.

And Gianna gloated at Caroline.

Caroline sang one song after another, but no one was listening. Mr. Wyatt was holding Gianna and watching a movie, while Gianna was playing a game with her mobile phone.

No one asked Caroline to stop. After singing one song after another, Caroline was about to lose her voice.

Her legs and feet were so sore that she could hardly stand. She was singing these high-pitched songs with a voice that was almost inaudible even if there was a microphone.

"Well, it's almost done." Mr. Wyatt suddenly stood up, pulled the earplugs out of his ear, frowned at Caroline, and said, "Take all the money on the table."

Gianna stood up at once. "Mr. Wyatt, she hasn't finished all the songs yet."

"Well, honey, I don't want to hear such a terrible singing voice. Her voice is hoarse now. The night of rendezvous is always too short. I want to be your bridegroom tonight."

Gianna was unconvinced, but she was not stupid enough to refute her dip man. She lowered her face coyly and said coquettishly, "Mr. Wyatt, you are so bad!"

"Don't call me Mr. Wyatt. Call me by name. I'll take you to the bridal chamber." Gianna called him by name and then they left the box.

When passing by Caroline, Gianna stopped proudly and said, "Your voice has become hoarse but sounds even better. You should thank me. It was I who let you sing that made your voice better."

Caroline kept silent and fell to the ground when she could no longer stand after they left.