My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 23

Madison, almost instinctively, grabbed the other person’s wrist. When Alison’s angry face enlarged in front of her, Madison Bod sober

“Miss Conner, don’t be mad with drink

Alison glared at her angrily and said, “Madison, you and Neville are already divorced. Why do you still cling to him?”

Alison hadn’t seen Neville for a few days. A friend of hers told Alison that Neville was at Night Bar, so she dressed up and nushed over. Unexpectedly, she saw Madison and Neville together.

Alison wasn’t a fool, and she had long noticed that Neville lost his composure because of Madison.

For Alison, it meant that she might lose Neville.

Madison sneered, “Miss Conner, please make it clear, It’s Neville who came to pester me, not that I actively approached him. Take care of your man and don’t blame others if he likes someone else.

She suddenly threw off Alison’s wrist and walked into the restroom without looking back.

Talking to Alison made her nauseous.

Alison looked at the red mark on her wrist. Madison used to be obedient, but now she had totally changed.

However, Alison didn’t believe that a person’s character could be changed so easily.

At this moment, she saw a familiar figure staggering towards her. And Alison came up with a dirty trick.

Madison splashed cold water on her face, dispelling the remaining drunkenness, and touched up her makeup.

When Madison passed through the corridor, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a private room.

The room was dim, filled with the scent of alcohol.

A man leaned in. “Beauty, spend the night with me, and I will give you whatever you

want.”

It turned out to be a drunken man.

In the darkness, Madison couldn’t see who he was, but her eyes were cold as she said, “Then how about y

your life?”

The man felt Madison’s voice was charming, and he suddenly felt hotter. “Of course, I’ll be happy if I can die for you.”

Madison sneered, grabbed his collar, and fiercely kicked him.

The man let out a painful cry and bent over.

Madison, disgusted, clapped her hands. Dealing with drunkards dirtied her hands.

Although she was not as strong as before because she had donated one of her kidneys, it was more than enough to deal with an ordinary person.

As Madison was about to leave, the man rushed up, grabbing her waist. “I have to give you a hard lesson!”

Madison initially wanted to let this drunkard go, but he sought his own death. She wouldn’t be blamed for it.

She suddenly turned around, hooking her hands around the man’s scapula.

With a couple of crisp sounds, his arms were dislocated, and a scream echoed in the room, though drowned out by the noise

outside.

Madison raised her foot and kicked him in the chest

The man fell to the ground, crying in pain.

Madison turned on the lights and saw the man’s face clearly. “Harrison?”

Harrison Preston was Neville’s cousin, whom she had met a few times at family gatherings.

For the sake of their relationship, Neville entrusted him to manage a cosmetics company under the Preston family. However, Harrison wasn’t cut out for business, and his indulgence in drinks and beauties led the company to continuous losses.

Last year. Neville took back the management rights of the cosmetics company, which left Harrison harboring resentment toward him.

However, Harrison had no reason to vent his anger on Madison. In the colorful lights of the corridor, it was impossible for him to recognize her identity. Still, Harrison had dragged her into the room as if he

had long targeted her.

It must be a conspiracy.

Madison squinted and asked, “Who se

you to mess with me?”

Harrison wanted to curse, but the pain in his shoulder silenced him.

He never expected the soft–looking woman to become so fierce.

“Madison. I… I was drunk and just wanted to have some fun with any woman. If I knew it was you, I wouldn’t dare to touch

You

Madison chuckled, picking up a fruit knife from the table.

The fruit knife flickered with a bright edge in her fingers, highlighting her cold beauty. “Since you dare to lay a hand on me, I presume you’ve already damaged the nearby surveillance. Even if I killed you, the police wouldn’t find the killer, right?”

Harrison was drenched in cold sweat

He thought. This is not the Madison I used to know. Was she acting nice in the past?‘

Madison slowly approached, her voice chilling. “So, tell me, who sent you to mess with me?”

Harrison said with a trembling voice, “Madison, it was a misunderstanding.”

Madison smiled. Then let’s start with your fingers. It won’t cost you your life anyway. Then I will cut from your belly to your chest bit by bit. Oh, I’ll precisely avoid your vital organs so that you won’t die too quickly, and you can suffer a little longer. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Harrison was already scared out of his wits. He immediately begged for mercy. “Madison, don’t. I’ll tell you anything?

Seeing Alison approaching. Neville cast a cold glance at Micah, seemingly questioning why she was there.

Micah shrugged and didn’t know about it.

Alison said gently, “Neville, don’t drink too much. It’s bad for your health”

Bryan laughed. “A bar is a place to drink. If you’re here to persuade people not to drink, you might as well leave.”

Alison’s face turned pale. Seeing Neville not intending to help her, she felt even more embarrassed.

Ryan, enjoying the show, said, “Miss Conner, Neville has just divorced, and you can’t wait to see him. You understand how to

seize the moment.”

Alison suddenly felt irritated. Neville’s friends seemed to have a great hostility towards her. She never saw them mock Madison like this when Madison was with Neville.

But those who could be friends with Neville were the nobility of Norton, and she couldn’t afford to offend any of them. She could only force a smile and said, “Neville has stomach trouble, and I’m

worried he’ll get gastritis from drinking too much”

“Then what’s your relationship with Neville? Ex–girlfriend, lover, or girlfriend?”

Just then, Madison walked over, holding a bottle of red wine.

Wearing a red dress, she looked particularly enchanting. The colorful lights on her skin made her seem even more glamorous.

In Jerms of aura, appearance, and figure, Madison completely outshone Alison.

Even Alison had to admit that Madison was stunning and felt embarrassed.

Feeling humiliated, Alison suppressed her anger and said, “Madison, why are you still here?”

“We know each other. It’s proper to greet each other when we meet, isn’t it?”

Madison opened the red wine and poured it over Alison’s head.