Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Chapter 681: A Widow’s Struggle and Harsh Realities

What kind of woman has Joshua Hughes not seen, yet he happens to fancy a widow whose husband died right after their wedding?

"Miss Jane, why don’t you go inside and attend the banquet?" Victoria Diaz’s indifferent tone carried a trace of obvious ridicule.

Does this kind of question need to be asked? Avery Jane lowered her head, unwilling to say more.

Of course, she couldn’t go in like this; in this attire, wouldn’t she scare everyone to death once she entered, thinking she had encountered some criminal?

"But you’d better stay outside. Otherwise, people might think something happened to you. Those in the know might say you’re having fun with President Hughes, while those ignorant might think something bad happened to you. It’s not good to have such misunderstandings."

Victoria Diaz’s words pierced her heart like a knife, as if even her blood had stopped flowing.

She’s just a woman without the ability to fight back; is she to blame for being unable to resist?

That man is so cruel he doesn’t even give her the chance to prove her loyalty by death. What can she do?

"It’s none of your business."

Avery Jane took a deep breath with great restraint, answering coldly, her voice still slightly hoarse.

No matter how terrifying men can be, she always inadvertently gets to know them little by little.

But Joshua Hughes can bully her, and now even his secretary can do the same?

She can’t fight back against Joshua Hughes, but that doesn’t mean she has to give in to his secretary.

"Of course, it’s just that I’m a bit curious about Miss Jane. I’ve heard that Miss Jane loved your late husband very much, so how could things turn out this way? Is it that you can’t stand loneliness?"

Victoria Diaz looked at Avery Jane’s pale face through the rearview mirror, those eyes like black crystals emitting a burning light; there was a kind of aura whenever she glanced at her.

Poisonous words spilled from her lips painted in red lipstick, like a snake spitting its tongue. No matter how much cushion or cover, she’s merely a woman who can’t rise to the occasion.

"Miss Diaz, please have some self-respect."

Avery Jane felt a sharp fissure open in her heart upon hearing about her late husband, feeling as if her heart could be torn into two halves at any moment.

She didn’t even dare to think about Wenyard anymore; being so lowly and filthy, even cherishing Wenyard is a kind of luxury for her.

"You can mess around with men in the car, why worry about what people say? What do I need self-respect for, when I couldn’t do such things?"

Hatred and jealousy had long clouded Victoria Diaz’s mind, with hurtful words shooting out like knives continuously.

If possible, she would almost want to kill this woman who was now favored by Joshua Hughes.

"Stop the car."

Avery Jane could no longer tolerate the woman’s insults.

She had had enough for one day, truly had enough.

"It’s your choice to leave, President Hughes asking will be none of my concerns."

Victoria Diaz looked at Avery Jane’s wretched appearance and raised her lips in a derisive smile.

Stopped the car, letting Avery Jane get out in the cold wind wearing a tattered dress.

The phone in the small handbag rang cheerfully, Avery Jane picked up the phone in a daze.

It was Beckett Wright calling; he had already called dozens of times, but she simply couldn’t answer just now in Joshua Hughes’s car.

"Avery Jane, what happened? Why have you been out for so long? It’s about to end. Where are you? I’ll come to pick you up."

Beckett Wright’s voice was anxious, yet always so gentle and warm, making it hard for anyone to refuse.

"I’m at the XX intersection..." Avery Jane didn’t know why, it felt like she was hypnotized and spoke out.

She was too tired; she needed to find a place to rest for a while, but she didn’t want to go back to Imperial Garden, afraid of Joshua Hughes’s proximity.

"Stay there and don’t move, I’ll be right there." Beckett said over the phone as he hurried to the parking lot.

Oh God, what happened?

How did she end up like this?

When Beckett Wright saw Avery Jane, he felt as if struck by lightning, even the dullest person would know what had happened to her.

Avery Jane randomly bought a shawl from a stall, wrapping herself tightly, but meticulous Beckett could easily see the traces of torn clothing.

"Please don’t ask me what happened, okay?" Looking pale and powerless, she seemed as if she could faint at any moment, worrying Beckett yet he dared not ask too much.

He opened the car door, and with the heater on, Avery Jane slowly revived like a frozen little animal.

She didn’t dare look at Beckett, nor could she tell him what had actually happened to her.

"I’ll take you home." Beckett endured heartache, pretending to be calm as he spoke.

"Actually, I’ve long since lost my home."