CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 79: JULIAN FORDHAM TEARS APART THE MISTRESS, LEAVING HER WITH NOTHING!

As soon as the words left her mouth, Lana Jameson became frightened. Her son was the type to follow through on what he said.

Lately, Julian Fordham had been behaving unpredictably, like he was experiencing early menopause, so she dared not provoke him.

Anyway, Rachel Hayes still had an ace in her sleeve.

As long as this card remained, they had a chance to rise again.

Lana Jameson decided to quit while she was ahead, cursed a few times, and left. No one noticed Victoria Monroe still in the passenger seat.

She lifted her gaze towards the two people in the yard. Rachel Hayes was trembling in fear, looking as lowly as dust; where was the defiance seen in her messages?

Wanting to make herself step down, was it?

Victoria Monroe wanted her to know that even if she discarded this man like trash, Rachel Hayes couldn’t have him.

She pushed the door open, and Julian Fordham, who had been confronting Rachel Hayes a moment ago, immediately turned and walked towards the car.

Rachel Hayes hadn’t expected Victoria Monroe to come in person.

Victoria Monroe wore a pearl white cashmere coat, with no makeup and her hair casually loose.

As she stepped down, the sunlight fell on her flawless face, her skin whitish and bright, her features exquisite.

The cold wind blew, lifting her hair, creating an atmosphere full of charm.

Julian Fordham strode over and wrapped an arm around her waist, shielding her from the cold wind, his voice steady with concern, "Why did you come down? It’s very cold today."

"It’s fine, I came to look at the house."

Julian Fordham frowned slightly, "This house is dirty. If you like this style, I’ll buy you a new one."

Victoria Monroe glanced at Rachel Hayes, who stood there silently, and said indifferently, "So what do we do with this house?"

"Have the agent put it up for sale at a low price, and transfer the money directly to your account. How does that sound?"

Rachel Hayes looked up cautiously at the man who treated her coldly, and gently embraced Victoria Monroe.

He nodded earnestly, listening to each of Victoria Monroe’s words, without a trace of impatience, eyes filled with tender affection.

It turns out, between the two, Julian Fordham was the humble one.

Victoria Monroe seemed like a treasure he held delicately, cherished.

It was almost painful to watch.

On the back of her hand, the old cigarette burns throbbed with pain.

Compared to his warmth and caution, Victoria Monroe’s expression remained indifferent.

Making Rachel Hayes think of the Celestial Maiden.

She was so ethereal and pure, while Rachel was just a miserable creature struggling in earthly troubles.

Why? Why was she Mrs. Fordham, while Rachel was just a pitiful worm?

The wealth and glory she enjoyed today were also thanks to the man.

Victoria Monroe glanced at Rachel Hayes, full of discontent, and answered sternly, "Don’t give it to me, I find it filthy; donate it to Hope Elementary School instead."

The words pierced Rachel Hayes’s heart fiercely; she’d rather donate all the money than let herself stay.

Victoria Monroe, so ruthless!

The room’s furniture was all included; Rachel Hayes didn’t have much personal belongings.

Mostly jewelry, clothes, and the like.

Previously, she leveraged her pregnancy to gain benefits for herself, and for small matters, Assistant Prescott never reported them, just casually agreed.

Those clothes were not too expensive, only costing tens of thousands. The most expensive was the gown Victoria Monroe had ordered.

Now all of it was strewn on the floor; Rachel Hayes hurried to pack them into boxes.

Victoria Monroe stepped on the gown, "Miss Hayes wouldn’t be thinking that just because you snatched my clothes, they’re really yours?"

Rachel Hayes appeared particularly humble in front of Julian Fordham, not daring to have a conflict with Victoria Monroe.

"I didn’t, Victoria, you must have misunderstood."

"Misunderstood?"

Victoria Monroe sneered, "When you wore my clothes, clung to my man, and sent the photos to me, you weren’t like this."

Julian Fordham caught the key point, "What did she send you?"

These were things Rachel Hayes sent to push them to divorce, thinking Victoria Monroe’s stubborn nature would escalate into a divorce with Julian Fordham.

Unexpectedly, today she came directly for confrontation, revealing Rachel Hayes’s true colors.

Thinking about what Julian Fordham had done to her before, Rachel Hayes had turned pale with fright!

She hurried over and clutched Victoria Monroe’s arm, hoping for leniency, "Victoria, don’t joke like this."

"So, in your eyes, it’s just a joke? Then I’ll show it to everyone, see if it’s a joke."

Victoria Monroe took out her phone, and Rachel Hayes grabbed her hand, "Victoria, please, I beg you."

Julian Fordham used to think this woman was cowardly, not realizing she’d done such things in secret.

No wonder Victoria Monroe cried so heartbreakingly!

Those cold eyes turned toward Rachel Hayes, sharp as knives, icy lips spat out two words, "Let go."

Rachel Hayes panicked; Julian Fordham gave a signal to the bodyguard, who promptly dragged Rachel Hayes away.

"Victoria, what did she send you?"

Victoria Monroe opened the smartphone chat page.

Julian Fordham saw the provocative lingerie photos and the stimulating words below, and as he scrolled further up, there was the candid photo taken with Willis present that time, where she clung to his arm.

So, secretly, she’d been provoking Victoria Monroe like this!

Julian Fordham’s fingers tightened around his phone, veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Rachel Hayes watched him cautiously, the man’s dark pupils like the ocean before a storm, filled with pressure that made Rachel Hayes’s heart pound wildly.

It felt like a demon climbed up her back, making her shiver all over, the cold creeping every hair on her body upright.

She stammered, "Pre-President Fordham, please let me explain—"

With a "bang," Victoria Monroe’s phone struck Rachel Hayes’s forehead forcefully.

The phone case’s pattern scratched Rachel Hayes’s skin, blood oozing out.

The phone fell to the ground, Victoria Monroe, slightly annoyed, kicked Julian Fordham, "My phone!"

She wanted Rachel Hayes to reap what she sowed, but she didn’t expect Julian Fordham to show Rachel not a shred of mercy.

Victoria Monroe even had a feeling that if she wasn’t here, Julian would have acted even more ruthlessly.

Not only did Rachel Hayes not run away or resist when she was hit, her knees buckled and she knelt down, ignoring the blood still flowing from her head, and trembled on the ground begging for mercy: "President Fordham, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Seeing her in such a state gave Victoria Monroe no pleasure in adding insult to injury.

She just felt disgusted.

Once hurt because of a woman like this.

Julian Fordham grabbed Victoria Monroe, who wanted to pick up her phone, his voice low yet unable to hide his viciousness: "It’s tainted. I’ll get you a new one."

His eyes were filled with disdain for Rachel Hayes as he retrieved Victoria Monroe’s phone, ignoring the woman still apologizing to him.

Completely unaware of how much her actions had hurt Victoria Monroe.

Julian Fordham was almost unable to control his bloodthirsty self; he wanted to kill this woman!

But afraid to frighten Victoria Monroe, he had to restrain his anger.

Looking at the pile of things touched by Rachel Hayes, he coldly ordered: "Sell the jewelry, donate the money from that and the house sale under my wife’s name, and as for these clothes, burn them all."

Assistant Prescott nodded: "Understood."

Many of those clothes were given by Lana Jameson; if she had known they would be burned, she wouldn’t have tried to conspire with Lana Jameson.

Julian Fordham looked at Rachel Hayes with disgust in every glance, "And the money I gave you before, return it."

Rachel Hayes’ eyes widened, "What did you say? Wasn’t that part of our deal? You can’t break the contract, we signed a contract..."

Apart from the hundreds of thousands she pocketed early on, there was also the five million in compensation.

Now with the house, clothes, and jewelry gone, Julian Fordham still wanted to take back that bit of money.

Clearly, five million to him was worth less than a dress he bought for Victoria Monroe, a single piece of jewelry.

The bodyguard found the contract in the room and handed it to Julian Fordham, whose long fingers slowly tore it apart and casually tossed it into the raging fire.

Rachel Hayes was in tears, reaching towards the flames, "No!"

Julian Fordham looked down on her; Rachel Hayes met his indifferent and heartless eyes, as if she were a filthy cockroach in his eyes.

"President Fordham, how can you do this to me?"

Julian Fordham coldly spoke: "For what you did to Victoria, dying a hundred, a thousand times wouldn’t be enough."

Rachel Hayes seemed insane, a cold smile lingering at the corners of her mouth: "President Fordham, what kind of devoted husband act are you putting on now? Wasn’t it you who wanted me to have a child?"

"If you hadn’t had such intentions, how would I have ended up here?"

"Now you’re pushing me out to appease her, washing your hands clean. What kind of man are you?"

Julian Fordham’s fingers twitched, a particularly chilling expression on his face, while Rachel Hayes stubbornly held her head high, "What? Do you want to ruin my face or brand me again?"

It was then that Victoria Monroe noticed the cigarette burn scars on the back of Rachel Hayes’ hand.

Julian Fordham did this to her? Wasn’t she pregnant with his child?

Though she had some questions, Victoria Monroe wouldn’t intervene.

The mess Julian Fordham created, let him clean it up himself.

She chose to coldly watch from the sidelines, not mentioning the child.

Take back the money, burn the clothes, sell the jewelry and property.

Rachel Hayes was kicked out with only a broken suitcase.

Just days ago, she was flaunting mansions, clothes, and luxury goods on social media, all turning to dust in an instant.

She looked furiously at Victoria Monroe sitting in the passenger seat, resentment in her eyes.

Victoria Monroe spoke up: "Stop the car."

"Victoria, there’s no point in engaging with this kind of person, I was blind before."

"I’ll just say a few words to her, you don’t need to get out."

Saying that, Victoria Monroe got out of the car and closed the door, walking over to Rachel Hayes squatting on the ground packing up.

Back then, when Rachel Hayes was bullied on set, it was Victoria Monroe who came to her rescue.

At that time, she only slightly resembled Victoria Monroe; Victoria helped her, and that’s when they added each other on WeChat.

Later, as she slowly got more plastic surgery, she debuted under the little starlet label.

Rachel Hayes glared at her viciously, "You must be feeling smug now, huh?"

Victoria Monroe lowered her eyes, not a trace of victorious joy in her gaze, just indifference, "I take back what I said then, Rachel Hayes, you are nothing like me."

In her, Victoria saw a shadow of herself when she played minor roles and helped her, only to have the story of the farmer and the snake unfold on Victoria.

This venomous snake didn’t thank her for her intervention or the work introduction, even biting her back, trying to replace her.

Rachel Hayes was provoked by her words; without Julian Fordham there, she boldly cursed, "What makes you so noble? You think I don’t know? You weren’t sleeping with directors when you first entered the industry. That producer offered you eighty million a year to be your sugar daddy; everyone knows, how could you have won the best actress award without that mysterious producer? What are you pretending to be pure for in front of President Fordham?"

"Slap!"

Victoria Monroe slapped her hard across the face; she wouldn’t bother explaining to this fool how she rose to become the best actress.

She only coldly said: "Rachel Hayes, you’re a cockroach that can’t see the light of day in the sewer, disgusting and nauseating."

"Stay in the sewer properly, and if you still try to scheme against me, get ready to be smashed to pieces!"

After saying that, Victoria Monroe threw her aside and got back in the car.

The Cullinan drove away, Rachel Hayes grabbed Assistant Prescott’s clothes, "Brother Prescott, please help me."

Assistant Prescott mercilessly kicked her away, "If I were you, I’d get rid of that child before President Fordham finds out. If you keep hiding it, you won’t even have your life in the future!"

Rachel Hayes’ eyes burned with madness, "No, this is my only chance to turn things around!"

Victoria Monroe, I have a child, what do you have?

One day, I will return today’s humiliation to you with interest!

The position of Mrs. Fordham is mine, it has to be mine.

Assistant Prescott looked at her, bloodied and ferociously grim-faced, and felt a sense of unease.

But remembering Lana Jameson’s threats, his thoughts of telling Julian Fordham were suppressed.

Corbin Prescott said every word clearly, "You can never turn the tables, President Fordham will never love you, even if the Mrs. is dead, no other woman will ever have a place in his heart."

Rachel Hayes’ face twisted with malice, she spoke coldly, "He will, Julian Fordham will definitely fall in love with me!"