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The Revenge of My Alluring Wife by Raven

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Chapter 39 I'm Your Aunt

“Manager, | can’t lose this job,” the receptionist pleaded. She would receive a substantial bonus in a month

because her employment reached a year. Losing the job because of a mean woman was a significant loss.

Patricia glanced at her. /Blyourself for offending someone you shouldn't have.”

“Miss Taylor,!” The receptionist paused, then turned to Evelyn, although unwillingly. “Miss Taylor, it was my

mistake. Please forgive me.”

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Her attitude wasn’t sincerely apologetic, and she even gave Evelyn a resentful look.

Evelyn, not a saint, “Good eloquence, but it's not something to show off about.” She smiled and, with a show of

generosity, said to Patricia, “There are two days left in this month. Manager Stewart, why don’t you show some

compassion and pay her a full month's salary?”

The hurtful, but it was highly insulting.

ork wasn’t you

At Patricia’s nod, the receptionist’s face drained

Evelyn left with Patricia.

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The receptionist unwillingly sought help from Lucas.

She knew Lucas’s background. As long as he spoke up for her, Patricia would surely retract his decision.

Moreover, her appearance wasn’t much worse than the woman before.

“Lucas, you-" She tossed a flirtatious look..

“Disgusting.” Lucas changed his expression. “I've never been interested in unpleasant things. By the way, let me

tell you a secret. Of all the people in the company, you are the least eye- catching.

Without paying attention to the receptionist’s expression, Lucas cheerfully followed Evelyn.

Evelyn chose the design department, and she spent the whole day sitting at her desk, relaxed and comfortable.

If it weren't for the annoying Lucas bothering her, the day would have been quite pleasant.

As the end of the workday approached, Evelyn took the opportunity to slip away while Lucas

was absent.

But just as she reached the door, she heard the extremely anoying words “little beauty” behind

her...

Evelyn's steps halted, and her phone rang from her bag.

It was Henry.

“Hello? Are you done with work? I’ve finished too. I've been sitting all day, so tired.”

The man’s deep voice sounded, “Hmm, I'm at your company’s entrance to pick you up. Come

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meal, but the old mansion called.

It was Ava calling.

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Sitting far away, Evelyn couldn't hear what the two were talking about, but he only heard Henry's “Alright’ at the

end, indicating his agreement.

The old mansion had a monthly family dinner.

When Henry returned, dinner was already served, and everyone was present, waiting for him.

Old Mr. Wilson saw him in a wheelchair and snorted, “Finally decided to cback.”

Old Mrs. Wilson pushed him. “You were eager for him to return, and now that he’s back...”

“Henry, Grandma made sfresh pastries in the kitchen. Try them.” She handed a plate of exquisite emerald

green pastries to Henry,

Old Mr. Wilson was dissatisfied. “Leave that woman sooner.”

“I know. Henry responded gloomily.