Tara tossed a tumbler at where Edmund sat earlier.


    You’re just some low-life gangster. What gives you the right to order me around?!’


    What irritated her more was that despite Edmund being a gangster, he did not rape Sylvia after the first


    meeting. Instead, he went through all the effort of preparing the yacht to confess to that woman.


    It would have been fine if it was just a simple confession, but Odell was involved. Tara believed Sylvia


    must have set this up. ‘It’s been a few years since then, and this bitch has gotten better at toying with


    men.’ The thought of Odell taking Sylvia away from Edmund upset Tara. Her chest started to hurt. She


    tossed everything on the table and shouted, “You bitch, I won’t let you seed! You couldn’t beat me


    before and you will never beat me now!”


    Sylvia came home to take a bath. She had to wash her face with cold water a few times to calm herself


    down before she headed to bed.


    It was already midnight when she finallyy down. She stared at the ceiling nkly and was far from


    sleepy.


    It was until her phone beeped that she retracted her nk thoughts.


    It was a message from Edmund. “Syl, are you home yet? Did Odell do anything to you?” “I’m fine. I’m


    already home. You don’t need to worry.” She clearly remembered when Odell abducted her, Edmund


    was fighting Odell’s men. She asked, “Are you okay?” “I’m as fit as a tiger. Of course, I’m okay.”


    Sylvia sighed a breath of relief. She said, “I’m sorry that I dragged you into this.”


    If she did not promise to treat him to dinner, Odell would not have stormed the ce with his army of


    bodyguards.


    What baffled Sylvia the most was why Odell would have brought an army to theke. She was just


    treating Edmund to dinner.


    The scene of the army of intimidating men in ck suits still gave her the chills now that she thought of


    it.


    Could it be that he really liked her?


    No, she refused to believe it. She knew how a person would behave if he or she was in love. If he really


    liked her, he would not have picked on her and insulted her like that.


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    Maybe it was because she was his ex-wife, and he did not want to see her being too close with other


    men. It was a sign of being over-possessive.


    Her phone beeped again. Edmund texted, “Sigh. I just want to have dinner with you. Why is that so


    hard?” Sylvia sighed helplessly as well. She texted back, “I’ll definitely make up for what happened


    tonight but not in the next few days.”


    Edmund did not reply.


    Sylvia felt embarrassed. A quick thoughtter, she texted him about the inside news she got on several


    events that would be hosted by the art association.


    Two veteran artists, whose paintings were valuable and highly sought-after, would be holding their


    exhibition soon, so the art association did not advertise the event just yet, just to maintain the exclusivity.


    Since Edmund loved to collect art, she thought of making it up to him by providing him the time and loca


    tion of the exhibitions. She even added, “I’ve told my friend to keep an eye out for me. If you decide to


    go, just mention my name and they will let you in.” “Oh, really? I thank you first.” “You’re wee.”


    It was then, she received a text from Odell.


    “Are you asleep?”


    Sylvia wore a cold look and did not want to reply to him. However, on second thought, if she ignored him,


    he would probably call herter and ask her why she ignored her. For the sake of the kids, she replied,


    “What?”


    “You’re still not asleep at this hour? Are you chatting with Edmund?” Sylvia was speechless.