Skeletons Of The Marital Closet novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Given how she looked, coupled with her coquettish tone and expression…

To be honest, it‘s quite nauseating.

Shawn hated her even more.

If he had not encountered her that night or promised to marry her, he would not blink twice in the direction of a woman like her.

“Who did this to you?” he asked.

Susan blurted out, “Gale!”

“Her?”

“Looking for me? Is there something?” At this time, Gale came down the stairs and saw Susan‘s appearance. She said in surprise, “Oh, are you role–playing? Or is it a cameo role as a homeless person in a movie?” Susan pointed at her and yelled, “Gale, stop pretending! You should know why I look like this!” “That‘s weird. I haven‘t seen you today. How would I know?”

“It‘s you! You did it!”

Gale was not naive.

She would just pretend to be innocent!

“I don‘t understand what you‘re talking about.” Gale covered her nose. “It smells so bad that it pollutes the air.”

Susan‘s face was crooked with anger. “Don‘t think I don‘t know that you did this. The person threw me in a sack, beat me up, and then threw me into a garbage truck. No one but you would do this to me!”

“Not so fast. Do you have any evidence?”

“No! But it must be you. It‘s you!”

Gale shrugged. “You are slandering me with no evidence. You said it yourself. One shouldn‘t point fingers without evidence. Susan, you can‘t frame me like this.”

That‘s right. To deal with Susan was to be shameless and fight her head–on.

Reasoning with her was useless.