Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 342 Uncovering My Wife’s Secrets

Adam was extremely helpless. "Alright, I understand." Jared added, "You have to learn more from Mia and please

your grandmother." "But she doesn't like me either!" Adam was troubled Jared was depressed again. "You're also

her biological grandson. If you were a little more mature, would she not like you?" "Alright, alright, I understand. I'll

please Grandma more in the future," Adam compromised. Only then did Jared's expression look slightly better. At

night. Jared was lying on the bed with Michelle. Michelle's hand reached for Jared's heart. Jared placed one hand

behind his head and held Michelle's hand with the other. He sighed and said, "Why do I feel a little uneasy today? I

keep feeling like something is going to happen."

"Jared, it's just that you've been too tired recently. Mom is sick, and you have to go to the hospital and work. Adam

is too immature as well, and Lianne has a bad temper. She's always the opposite of you. Jared, don't think about

those troublesome things. Come, let's relax." As Michelle spoke, she leaned into Jared's arms and leaned against

him. Needless to say, although she was 50 years old this year, her figure was extremely good. She might be old, but

she was still attractive. She did not have the looseness of a fifty-year-old woman at all. Her figure was maintained

like a young girl's, with a slender waist and long legs. Back then, it was also because of her long legs that Jared fell

head over heels for her. Her foot rubbed against Jared's inner thigh. If it had been before, Jared would have already

gotten up and pounced on her. Today, Jared felt uneasy. He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Jared still didn't move. Michelle could only give up. She reached out to massage his temples like a flower and

comforted him. "Jared, you've been too tired recently. Relax a little. Even if Annalise isn't dead, she might not have

the ability to treat Preston. Didn't the doctor say back then that his brain was severely injured and he won't

recover?" Jared sighed again and said, "The doctor also said that there's a very small probability that he might

suddenly regain his memory." Michelle smiled and comforted Jared. "Jared, let's think this way. No matter what,

you've been in charge of the Blake Corporation for so many years. Moreover, even if the old lady has 60% of the

shares, you're her son. You're the first heir. As for granddaughters and grandsons, they're a generation apart."

"I'm just afraid that the old lady will be hot-headed and hand over the shares to Preston and Lianne," Jared said

irritably. Michelle's eyes flashed as she said, "The old lady isn't a muddle-headed person. Lianne is a girl after all.

She'll get married in the future. She has 9% of the shares in her hands now, which is already a lot. Once she gets

married, the shares will be given to outsiders. As for Preston, if he didn't recover his memory, the old lady wouldn't

dare to give him the shares. "Speaking of which, this is also Lianne's fault. The last time in the hospital, before the

surgery, the old lady had already loosened up and planned to distribute the shares. In the end, Lianne said that

some people couldn't be saved because they had written their will in advance." "Lianne is a useless person." Jared

could not suppress his anger at the mention of this.

Michelle hinted again, "The old lady's health is getting better day by day now, so she won't think about making a

will. Actually, it's still beneficial for us if there's no will. If the old lady suddenly dies one day and there's no will,

everything under her name will be yours." Jared fell into deep thought. A cold light flashed in his eyes. The current

situation really made him feel very uneasy. If he wanted to be completely at ease, either Preston would always be a

fool, or the old lady would suddenly die. To live to this age, one would have no regrets anymore. There was no

chance for Annalise. It would probably be easier for the old lady.

All of a sudden, he felt that his breathing was smoother. He suddenly leaned over and pounced on Michelle.

Michelle was overjoyed. She knew Jared. When he was frustrated and made a decision, he would become very

passionate. She immediately cooperated with him and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Actually, at this age,

he was more or less powerless. However, her charming voice made him feel that he was especially powerful. The

next day. Jared slept until 11 o'clock in the morning. At his age, it was rare for him to sleep in. He was really tired

last night. Michelle was very enchanting last night and pestered him twice.

"Hubby, you're up." Michelle immediately brought over a bowl of smoked salmon soup. "Hubby, come, I made this

myself. Try it." "Okay." Jared sat down and drank the soup. After finishing the soup, he felt that his bones were not

feeling good. He said, "I'm going for a physical massage." "Alright," Michelle replied gently. She often squeezed him

dry and was not worried that he would go out to look for little vixens. Furthermore, even if Jared went to find

escorts, she would not mind. Her children had already grown up and were about to inherit the family business. She

was really not afraid of those flirtatious sluts outside. Jared got into the car and instructed the driver, "Let's head to

the Riversouth Club." "Okay, Mr. Blake." The driver immediately started the car. Less than ten minutes after the car

left, the driver felt that something was wrong. Jared leaned against the car and closed his eyes to rest.

The driver said, "Mr. Blake, why do I feel like someone is following us?" Jared suddenly sat up unhappily and turned

around to look. He did not notice anything unusual and said, "Then drive faster." If the car drove faster, it would be

obvious if they were being followed. Suddenly, a car slid over and stopped them in their tracks. "Mr. Blake, this..."

The driver panicked. Jared's face was filled with displeasure. He said coldly, "Am I too old to hold a knife? How dare

any Tom, Dick, or Harry stop my ear? Go and ask who it is." "Oh... okay." The driver was a little afraid and had no

choice but to get out of the car. Just as she was about to get out of the car, there was a knock on the back window.

Jared rolled down the window and asked coldly, "Who are you? What do you want to do?" "Our boss wants to invite

you for afternoon tea," the man outside said. Jared was extremely displeased. "Who? I'm not free.".

"He said that you're free." The man stretched his sleeve into the car window. From his sleeve, the black muzzle was

aimed at Jared. Jared had just wanted to close the window and break the man's hand. Now, he did not dare to

move, afraid that he would lose his life. His expression turned extremely ugly. The man retracted his hand and

smiled. "Mr. Blake. you're free, right? Please get out of the cart Jared was still hesitating. If he did not get out of the

car, what was the probability of him leaving? His car was blocked, so he couldn't drive back. If he got out of the car

and ran, he wouldn't be able to escape. Thinking of this, he said coldly, "The way that your boss invites people to

afternoon tea is really unique. Coincidentally, I also want to take a look. Who is your boss?" With that, he opened

the door and got out of the car.