Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 277

Mackenzie’s face turned purple, her eyes rolled back, and an intense sense of suffocation overwhelmed her.

She tried to struggle, but it was completely useless against absolute strength.

The people around her were so frightened they all took a step back yet no one dared to speak up for her.

Even the company executives were shocked by Gregory’s sudden action. They’d thought he was just throwing a bit of a tantrum

no one expected him to go this far!

“You told my wife I was tired of her and wanted to eat you instead? Who do you think you are?” Gregory bellowed. The sheer force of his voice made everyone around him feel weak in the knees

Mackenzie couldn’t utter a word. She felt as though her throat was going to be crushed. All she could manage were some broken, choking noises as she struggled helplessly.

Just as Gregory looked like he was ready to strangle Mackenzie to death, Adrian stepped in and pressed down on Gregory’s arm.” Greg, don’t take someone’s life.”

Gregory acted as if he didn’t hear Adrian. A dark storm rose in his eyes as an eerie smile spread across his face, growing wider and brighter.

Those who knew Gregory well were aware that his smile meant even more danger. Gregory was hard to deal with when he wasn’t smiling.

But when he was, it was an entirely different story–they’d be dealing with a whole other beast. Behind that smile were sharp fangs.

Adrian sighed quietly and added in a low voice, “Anathea wouldn’t want to see you lose control like this.”

At those words, Gregory paused. The rage in his eyes started to fade, and he let go of Mackenzie’s throat, flinging her aside as if she were something filthy.

“Ah!” Mackenzie crashed to the ground, coughing as she struggled to catch her breath. She looked like she’d just escaped death. She then looked at Gregory with fear. The fact that Gregory released her didn’t mean he would let her off the hook. “M–Mr. Sinclair, I’m sorry! I drank too much tonight and said those things to Ms. Jacobson. I–I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’m

sorry…”

Her survival instinct was so strong that she completely forgot the pain in her neck and the suffocating terror just moments ago. She crawled toward Gregory and remained on the floor, her voice trembling. Her once–pretty face was now covered in messy tear streaks, making her look utterly pitiful.

Few men could watch a beautiful woman cry and remain unmoved. The few executives standing nearby were already showing signs of sympathy.

Seeing that, Mackenzie felt hope as she turned toward Gregory with teary eyes. “I–I can apologize to Ms. Jacobson right now. F can even get on my knees for her! Please spare me, Mr. Sinclair…”

Gregory didn’t even seem to see her pitiful display. He’d seen Anathea like this before. When she did it, it was genuinely so heart

comparison. -wrenching it had pierced straight into his heart. Whoever did the same just seemed fa

However, this wasn’t the only thing that made his expression colder.

After wiping his hands clean with a handkerchief, Gregory shot Mackenzie a sharp look. “It’s Mrs. Sinclair, not Ms. Jacobson. She’s my wife.”

“Ms. Jacobson” and “Mrs. Sinclair” were merely titles, but they held completely different identities. One had nothing to do with him; the other was deeply tied to him.

Chapter 277

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