Chapter 1584
The bodyguard's name is Morgan.
Pauline was having one hell of a day, her emotional turmoil was so bad she couldn't even eat properly.
And out of the blue, the usually cold and detached President Silverman showed a hint of sympathy. He actually wanted to help Pauline.
They were originally on their way to a mental hospital.
But the car suddenly veered off course, heading to a steak house instead.
Once they got there.
Pauline saw her husband, Curtis, arm in arm with a young and pretty woman, walking out of the restaurant.
She couldn't remember the last time Curtis had smiled at her like that.
His arm was wrapped tightly around the woman's waist, they would stop every few steps to make out on the street, totally oblivious of the people passing by.
Meanwhile, whenever she and Curtis went out, he would always brush off her attempts to hold hands.
His excuse was always the same: "We're in public, we need to behave."
But now, he was openly fondling a flashy woman, weren't they supposed to behave in public too?
Pauline snapped, she was about to rush out of the car.
"What are you trying to do? You want to start a fight with them in the middle of the street? Curtis is just looking for an excuse to lock you up...”
"It's not him!" Pauline cut Morgan off, "It's Wayne, you guys forced him!"
Morgan was speechless.
Suddenly, Pauline mustered up the strength, pushed open the car door and bolted out.
Morgan let out a string of expletives.
Curtis and the woman were startled by the sudden appearance.
Pauline ran up to the woman and slapped her across the face.
"What the hell are you doing!" Curtis came to his senses, he retaliated with a slap to Pauline's face.
Pauline was frail, and Curtis's slap was too strong, it made her dizzy, she could barely stand upright.
In her daze, she saw Curtis, full of concern, comforting the woman.
Pauline felt like her heart was shattering.
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