CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 59: HOW ABOUT GOING TO HELL WITH ME

Ava Wright burst into laughter upon receiving the news, nearly crying from laughing so hard.

See? How easy it is to ruin someone.

Who told Amelia Wright not to behave? She should have just played her part, been the supporting character, her green leaf; wouldn’t that be better?

After today, Amelia Wright will be filthy and cheap, with that temptress face of hers, let’s see how she seduces anyone!

Ava Wright’s face was full of malicious delight.

She anonymously sent Young Master Shaw two photos and then sent Amelia Wright’s location to him.

Ava hummed a song excitedly, poured herself a glass of red wine, and sipped it slowly.

Looking forward to tomorrow.

...

Imperial Garden.

Everyone was quiet, not daring to speak.

Several of Godfery Shaw’s confidants were injured.

Godfery Shaw was completely out of control, sitting alone in the hall, his eyes filled with immense fury.

After hearing those words in the café, he remained motionless and let Amelia Wright leave.

Not that he didn’t want to stop her, but he didn’t dare to; he was afraid that any action would lead him to hurt Amelia Wright uncontrollably, so he could only watch her leave.

His world seemed to plunge into darkness.

The phone chimed twice.

Godfery Shaw once never looked at his phone, but ever since the wedding, he would check it whenever there was a notification sound, fearing he might miss a message from Amelia Wright.

Although Amelia Wright had never sent him any messages.

Godfery Shaw lowered his head to look at the phone; his eyes, filled with furious malice, saw two photos.

In the first photo, Amelia Wright was clinking glasses and smiling with an ugly man.

In the second photo, Amelia Wright followed this man to a hotel, entering a room together.

Godfery Shaw’s eyes gradually turned crimson.

Using an unknown amount of force, he crushed the phone’s screen, the shattered glass spreading like a spider web, yet still clearly showing Amelia Wright’s beaming face.

Godfery Shaw stood up, removed his jacket, violently tugged open two buttons at the collar of his shirt, and went to the garage.

The roar of the engine sounded, and a modified off-road vehicle, like a steel beast, rushed out of the Imperial Garden.

Basil Smith watched this scene with a pale face and instructed, "Quick, follow the young master."

A few more cars quickly left Imperial Garden, chasing after Godfery Shaw.

The atmosphere in the entire Imperial Garden was impossibly tense.

Godfery Shaw went directly to the hotel mentioned in the address, found that room, and, like an awakened beast, only wanted to plunder and possess, refusing to slumber again.

The room door was locked from the inside, and Godfery Shaw kicked the door open with one blow.

Then, he saw this scene.

A man covered in blood lay collapsed on the sofa, with no sign of life, his palm pierced by a hairpin.

Amelia Wright giggled and pulled out the hairpin, her slender jade-like hand stained with shocking blood.

Upon hearing the door being slammed open, Amelia Wright slowly turned her head toward the entrance.

Her smile froze.

Though her sight was not clear enough, she instantly recognized Godfery Shaw.

Amelia Wright was like a monster stripped of disguise, her most brutal and vicious form appearing without warning before Godfery Shaw.

Her heart’s madness spread despair, and the blood-stained hairpin fell to the ground.

She walked toward Godfery Shaw step by step, her gait slightly unsteady, lifting his chin with her blood-stained hand.

She spoke like a possessed person, "Godfery Shaw, how about going to hell with me?"

The man lowered his head, biting those cold lips, fiercely plundering.

Amelia Wright responded, wantonly and madly.

Tearing, biting.

In the blood, the two ultimately became completely intertwined.

With a kind of desperate savagery, wishing to swallow each other whole, to infuse into each other’s bones and flesh.

She was in such pain, trapped in a hell of only hatred and blood; Godfery Shaw, come down and accompany me...

Amelia Wright was intoxicated.

She knew what it meant when she drank that glass of wine; she knew what she would become when drunk.

She would become madly violent, ruthless.

She would be unable to hide her hatred and sincerity.

But she never thought Godfery Shaw would come.

...

The first ray of morning sunlight fell on Amelia Wright’s face, waking her up.

Her body felt as if it had been disassembled and reassembled, aching all over.

This strange sensation made her freeze, turning her head rigidly to see Godfery Shaw lying beside her.

A loud bang went off in Amelia Wright’s mind, recalling what happened last night.

What did she do?

Was she crazy?

She had decided to leave.

Yet she did this with Godfery Shaw.

Her eyes had fully recovered, seeing the marks on Godfery Shaw’s neck, the bite on his shoulder still oozing blood.

If she had enough strength, would she have wanted to take Godfery Shaw to die with her during last night’s passion?

Thinking of this, Amelia Wright started coughing violently, weak and pale, as if she might faint at any moment.

Woken by the coughing, Godfery Shaw instinctively patted Amelia Wright’s back.

What met his eyes was the frail, pale person in his arms, with glaring red marks all over.

Godfery Shaw’s usually calm face clearly showed shock.

In a state of losing control, he had taken her.

Amelia Wright pushed Godfery Shaw away, pulled off the covers, and walked into the bathroom without a word.

Cold water poured over her head, calming Amelia Wright down.

She had known long ago to stay far away from Godfery Shaw.

She would kill him.

She should not get close, and must not get close again!

Damn!

Amelia Wright, wearing the black dress with the torn collar from yesterday, walked out of the bathroom, seeing Godfery Shaw still frozen, she said indifferently, "It was an accident, young master, don’t think too much about it, I don’t mind."

That cold and emotionless appearance, as if nothing happened last night.

Godfery Shaw’s gaze deepened, as if he was staring hard at Amelia Wright, "What did you say?"

Amelia Wright picked up Godfery Shaw’s shirt from the floor, draped it over herself to cover the collar, cruelly said, "I said, I don’t mind."

Godfery Shaw’s voice was slightly hoarse due to suppression, fiercely saying, "But I mind."

Amelia Wright let out a mocking laugh, "What, does the young master still want compensation?"

Godfery Shaw was assertive, "Come back to the Imperial Garden with me."

"I won’t go back."

"Heh, you did this to me, I need compensation!"

"..."

That inexplicable steadiness in Godfery Shaw’s mood was almost destabilized by Amelia Wright’s provocations.

Godfery Shaw forcibly took Amelia Wright away.

When she went out the door, Amelia Wright found that the man she had almost killed was already gone, the blood on the floor cleaned up, and even the door Godfery Shaw had kicked open was repaired.

But Godfery Shaw had already seen.

Seen the rot in her bones, exposed, leaving only filth and dirt.

Godfery Shaw left with Amelia Wright.

At the moment the door opened, Amelia Wright glanced at Hailey Smith standing at the entrance.

Hailey Smith reflexively stepped back, afraid that Amelia Wright might attack him again.

Amelia Wright had already looked away, with a listless demeanor.

Godfery Shaw held Amelia Wright’s hand, instructing, "To the Imperial Garden."

The shirt was draped over Amelia Wright, while Godfery Shaw only wore a bathrobe, with marks on his body barely concealed.

Hailey Smith stared blankly.

After everything that happened last night, why did the atmosphere between the young master and the young madam not seem like a reconciliation?

Instead, it seemed... it seemed like they were about to part ways!