"Sherry, you bitch!"

Sherry grabbed her wrist and looked indifferently at the ill-comer. "Do you want me to call security?"

Wynne pulled her hand free. "You told Pacey to kick me out, didn't you? Do you think that you can dominate him? I'm telling you, don't aim at the moon. Which boss doesn't have several paramours? Why do you have to cross me?!”

"You're the woman who called me yesterday morning with the photo?" Sherry seemed to have guessed who she was.

Wynne: "Such a poseur."

Sherry was not angry and let the woman come in.

She invited Wynne with a light smile on her face, but Wynne did not dare to step forward. It is a creature's instinct to be on the defensive when one faces unpredictable things and people.

"What do you want?"

Sherry sat on the sofa in the living room, took out her phone, and called Pacey: "A woman came to our house and said she was your lover..."

Pacey, who was preparing for the meeting, was gloomy after hearing her words.

"Mr. Grant -" seeing him pick up his coat and walk out, the secretary instantly reminded him, "the meeting is about to begin."

"Postpone for two hours."

It took Pacey half an hour to return to Laneshire. At that time, Sherry estimated when he would come back, and made tea in advance.

"Miss Jones, please have a try. It is Pacey's favorite."

Wynne pushed away the tea and said: "I'm not drinking it. Who knows if you've tampered with the tea! Now you know why I'm here, I'm in love with Mr. Grant, you'd better step aside."

The hot liquid in the teacup splashed out and scalded her hands. Sherry put down the cup and wiped off the water droplets, as if nothing had happened: "The lipstick on his clothes was also something you did on purpose, right?"

Wynne said in disdain: "So what?!"

Sherry took a sip of tea and said, "Did he touch you?"

"When..."

"Bang!"

The door was thrown open with a loud bang and Pacey appeared at home with a sullen look on his face.

Wynne, being interrupted by the noise, stood up and walked to him, "Pacey, you're back. I..."

A slap on the face.

Pacey slapped Wynne with such force that the woman fell to the floor instantly. She covered her face and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"Get out!" Pacey only said two words coldly.

Wynne trembled uncontrollably under his harsh and somber look down. She had a gut feeling that at that moment Pacey wanted to kill her.

The pain in her face also reminded her of the warning Pacey had given her at the beginning - never expect anything that doesn't belong to you.

Pacey played with women for novelty and excitement, but there was a taboo: no one was allowed to make trouble with his wife, Sherry.

Obviously, Wynne had broken the taboo.

"Get out, now!"

Wynne ran out with her face covered in her hands. As she ran to the door, she heard the man who always spoke harshly to her, lowered his stance as if to explain, "Just a bar girl. We only met twice..."

She didn't hear the latter words, because the moment she stepped outside, a man who was guarding the door, had covered her mouth and nose and got her into the car.

Sherry avoided Pacey's touch as she looked at him coldly and said, "Pacey, I told you that if you one day fall in love with another woman, I wanted it to be you telling me yourself, not...through another woman."

Pacey gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, looked at her fondly, and said, "Honey, you're always so calm." He glanced at the three teacups on the table, "If I had been a little late, you would have an afternoon tea with her?"

The wife in every case should not be as indifferent as an outsider in the face of a paramour who comes looking for trouble.

Sherry slightly drew her brows and wanted to say something, but at this moment, Pacey’s phone rang. It was from the secretary.

"Mr. Grant, everyone has arrived."

Pacey hung up the call and gave Sherry a gentle kiss on her lips, "I have things to do. What happened just now, won't happen again."

Sherry looked at his back as he left and suddenly she said, "Pacey, do you know what day is tomorrow?"

Pacey's phone rang again at that moment, which just covered her gentle voice, and as he picked up the phone, he walked outside.

Sherry turned to look at the empty wall. Here is the perfect spot she saved for their wedding photos.

When they got married, they were on the rise in their career. They were so busy that they didn't even have time to sleep every day. They didn't have any wedding ceremony, just spent an hour at the registry office to register their marriage.

There was no wedding, no diamond ring, not even a photo.

Pacey promised her that there would be a grand wedding when the company is on the right track, but Sherry was not someone who cared about the material existence. To her, even a grand wedding was just a show for outsiders.

However, she always felt that there should be a wedding photo placed in the center of the living room.

Now that the Sherry-Grant Group had succeeded, she thought that Pacey should be able to fulfill her wish, but he... he never mentioned it again.

"Buzz--"

The phone vibrated, a message from the wedding dress store: 【Dear Sherry, you have made an appointment with our studio for tomorrow's wedding photography...... We will do our best to serve you.】

......

Hyatt Club. Man's paradise. A notorious place for throwing around the money.

In private rooms, men drowned themselves in sex and pleasures, with prostitutes lying on them erotically.

The dim light outlines his firm facial contours. He has a pair of charming eyes. He is wearing a handmade custom-made suit that accentuates his seriousness and deepness. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his calm and handsome attracted the girls in the room.

He came here today with a few friends in business and soon felt bored. He shook the glass, sipped the wine, and planned to leave.

"Are you leaving now? The best part is yet to come... Are you afraid of being known by GM Sherry?"

Following the teasing, there was a flurry of laughter in the room.

Even though she had already left Sherry-Grant Group for two years, people who had seen her in the business back then were used to calling her GM Sherry whenever she was mentioned.

"Please stay, Pacey. Today is a good day. There are several new girls, very young and tender." The person in charge of Hyatt Club had a lot of makeup on. Even though she is in her 40s, she still looked attractive.

Pacey curled his lip and lazily said, “Ms. Carol, didn’t you hear them saying that I have a wife?”

Carol smiled fawningly at his words, "How could any man live with the same woman for the rest of his life? Even if she's beautiful, you will want a change after staying with her for such a long time, right? That’s the conditioning of life.”

Especially in this circle, there were no secrets, and Pacey was not a good husband who never cheated on his wife. Many people knew that he had just kept a mistress not long ago.

All her new bar girls are good-looking, so Carol was sure that Pacey would be impressed.

"Since they're good-looking, please introduce them to these bosses later. I'm afraid I have to leave now." He wasn't much in the mood today.

"Pacey! Pacey! They'll be here any minute." Seeing that he was leaving, Carol was anxious. He was a big customer of the club, and she must keep him tonight.

But it seemed that Pacey's indifferent about her words. Could the rumors be fake?

People say that, after three years of marriage, the couple really has a solid relationship, is that true?

"Carol! Help me!"

Before Pacey could open the door, a woman, with torn clothing, hands over her collar, and tears in her eyes, rushed into the room totteringly.

Sherry?

Pacey hold his breath, and for a moment it dawned on him that he was mistaken only for a second. When the woman raised her head, he already knew he had got the wrong person.

Farida Ross slightly raised her head, showing her deliberately decorated eyebrow. She was surprised and joyful: "Pacey...It’s you."

Pacey...

Somehow, there was a little bit of ambiguity in the air, especially when the affectionate woman slowly spoke out the man's name.

Carol noticed that Pacey had hold in his steps, and then she looked at Farida's pretty face. She smiled complacently: she was right. No man in this world did not cheat.

"Farida, what's wrong with you? It was you who begged me desperately that you need money for your badly diseased father. I kept you because I pity you. But you keep making trouble. If you offend the guests again, I won't keep you anymore."

Horror and fear flashed across Farida’s face. "Carol, I’m so sorry. But, but that man...he... he placed his hand on me, and I......"

Carol was unhappy about what she said: "What kind of place do you think our club is? Who do you think you are? If you want to make money and save your father, you have to risk everything. Since you are not willing to serve the customers, don't say that I leave you alone. Leave now. Hyatt is not for you."

Farida clenched her fists and bit her lip, with tears of humiliation in her eyes. "I, I...I understand," she said.

Before she left, she suddenly raised her eyes and glanced at Pacey again, as if she had gathered up all her courage. She said: "Pacey, will you...will you help me? I haven't...haven't been touched by anyone. As long as you help me, I... I am willing to repay you with anything."

Pacey did not answer her but did not refuse her either.

Carol is good at reading people’s faces. She immediately understood what is going on here. The reason she kept Farida was her good-looking face. And She knows that as a pretty woman, Farida must be unwilling to be at the bottom all her life. She would sacrifice herself at all costs, as long as she found her prey.

Customers who came to Hyatt are all prestigious figures. Even if she couldn’t force one’s wife to leave, it was good enough to become a mistress.

Carol smiled: "Mr. Pacey, you see..."

"You know me?" Pacey looked into Farida's eyes. They looked very much alike indeed.

Farida nodded shyly, "I'm a student at Squareburg University, one year younger than you and Sherry."

Pacey lifted her jaw and gently rubbed her eyebrows, "Want to be with me?"

Farida nodded with a little shyness.

A few seconds later, Pacey let go of her hand.

Farida’s face went pale. She thought she was refused.

"I take her with me."

Even the most heavenly melody was not as beautiful as his words.

Carol’s face lit up with pleasure. She gazed at the shy Farida with a deep look in her eyes. She said with a smile: "As long as you like her, Pacey. Please take care of Farida."

Pacey threw a card for her.

Carol gladly took it. "Farida, from now on, you must serve Mr. Pacey well. I have told you that you are a lucky girl. It's so lucky for you to be chosen by Mr. Pacey."

Compared to those old and fat men who looking for sadistic pleasure, a handsome and rich young man like Pacey was of course the best customer.

“It seems like Pacey is the lucky guy. He has a pretty wife who could help him in his career. When he had a successful career, his wife willingly retired to the home and became a good housewife. Thanks to her, our Pacey was able to be a hero in the outside world to rescue the beauty!. But I wonder what would Sherry feel if she found she was cheated?” Yann Moore sneered.

Pacey slowly straightened his cuffs and pulled Farida over incidentally. His bony fingers lifted her hair. "Mr. Moore likes Sherry too, isn’t he?"

Pacey’s mouth raised a mocking smile. “...unfortunately, she is my wife, forever.”