Xandra cried, “That’s not what I meant. Ms. Lambert, you’ve misunderstood.”
She wept as she cast a subtly provocative gaze in my direction.
I stared at her blankly and asked, “Wasn’t that your intention when you and Jameson plotted to scam me out of my money?”
Then, I glared at Jameson and said, “You really make me sick.”
I wanted to leave this place immediately. But suddenly, Jameson grabbed my wrist to stop me. I shouted icily, “Let me go!”
Jameson held onto me tightly, looking tense. “Wyn, what you heard wasn’t true. I never meant to cheat on you.”
I sneered. “Alright. If you didn’t cheat, then give me back my money with interest.”
Jameson hesitated.
Clearly, he was reluctant to give up such a large sum of money. I responded with a sarcastic glance and pulled my hand away.
Xandra suddenly yelled, “Jameson, she took everything!”
She rushed into the walk–in closet to check. Upon seeing the empty jewelry cabinet, the vacant watch drawer, and the missing limited–edition branded bags, she screamed, “Jameson, she took all the valuables.”
She ran over and looked at the big bag I was holding. “Show me your bag!”
I laughed in frustration and asked, “Ms. Clark, do you have any right to search my belongings?
Xandra was obviously taken aback, and at that moment, she dropped the facade. She pointed at my nose and declared, “Wynonna, Jameson was the one who bought these. They aren’t yours!”
I hefted the large bag and tossed it to her. “Here, take it. They are just some old clothes I’ve worn before. If you like any of them, go ahead and wear them.”
Xandra quickly opened the big bag and found only a few simple dresses in it. She threw the items back at me, yelling, “Not these! Where’s the jewelry and the bags? You took them! Give them back!”
Then, she threatened, “Or I’ll call the police.”
J fixed my gaze on Jameson. “Mr. Brown, your partner has threatened to call the police. What do you think about that?”
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Jameson’s eyes darkened. He replied, off–topic, “Do you really want to leave?”
I stated impatiently, “I not only want to leave, but I also want a divorce.”
Jameson suddenly laughed and pushed Xandra out the door, then locked it.
I was startled as he approached me, and I felt an intense fear.
Jameson pushed me into a corner, forcing me to face him. His handsome face looked distorted, which increased my fear. After all, women were generally not as strong as men.
At that moment, I regretted telling Chloe that I didn’t need help. I quickly grabbed my phone to call the police.
But Jameson threw my phone on the ground, shattering the screen and causing the screen to go dark.
I screamed, “Jameson! What are you doing?”
Jameson grabbed my arm and leaned in close, his breath hitting my face.
I fought off my nausea and said, “Jameson, if you’re a man, let me go! Don’t you have any shame for embarrassing a woman like this?”
Jameson remained silent, his gaze locked onto mine. With a raspy voice, he asked, “Wynonna, what is it that you truly want? A divorce?”
I did not respond.
Jameson abruptly released his grip on me and retrieved an object from a compartment in the walk–in closet.
I was stunned.
He brandished the item with a sinister glint in his eyes. “Take one step outside, and I swear I’ll dispose of this.”
