From Wife To Fashion Tycoon

struggling to hold back his irritation

plied, emotionless. "There's no poi

lf to Callan's care. But now, with Sylvia's return

portunities for her and keep her out of Call

couldn't wait to leave him and

to control his growing anger. "Do you rea

Her high heels echoed on t

gure, Callan's fists tig

he felt a bitter t

t three years had bee

d helped her and she had to marry him to return th

ine world with a post that rapidly c

y. Doctors are warning of a possible permanent s

and a picture of her ban

ic, with many expressing concern. A few i

ts, keeping tabs on the public's r

suggest that Lacey, a stylist from Owen Enterta

nger, leading to a flood of harsh c

w nothing about it, had j

ed ringing. She glanced at the scre

ation, she still

ou defied me yesterday at home, and now you've hurt Sylvia. You're nothing but a cruel person. We can't h

d the call

were nothing new to her.

nsible for Sylvia's injury and

dly turned into a relentless bar

work, she noticed a crowd gathered out

loud shout came

nd to see people lunging t

tions of Sylvia's injury and real

she was about to use the elevator in the underground parking lot to ente

defending herself, a piece of c

ding with fear. She tried to fight back in

sness, Lacey found hers

itting a musty odor. The door was in a state of decay, barely clinging t

nd ankles were securely tied by ropes. Des

t man in his middle y

spotted the term "Concentrated Sulfuric A

What do you wa

it's your turn to feel what s

wed a trace of insanity. His sinister smile

eyeing the bottle of sulfuric acid in

to resist, she foun

n hell,

man prepared to splash Lacey's

back. She shut her eyes, bracing for agony

ed her, pulling both of them

owed the sud

ound herself looking up at a tall figur