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Chapter 624
Britney stared at Conrad, hurt.
The embarrassment, and the distress she was feeling, all erupted in her heart as everyone looked.
At that moment, she didn’t know who she was anymore.
“Conrad Maxwell! Why are you treating me like this?!”
Conrad couldn’t help but stare at Britney. It was a different face, a different voice. But the way she questioned him
reminded him of Esme Manning!
“Britney!” A man walked into the crowd. He looked at her worriedly like an older brother who saw his younger sister
had gotten hurt and helped her up.
His tone was soft, but the hand that helped Britney up by catching her shoulder was secretly using some strength.
Peter’s appearance made Britney regain her composure. She wasn’t Esme Manning, and she couldn’t make Conrad
suspect that she was Esme Manning!
“I’m sorry.” She lowered her head. That instance of vicious inquisition had disappeared, and she became her timid
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtand subservient self.
Conrad stared deep into Britney, as if wanting to see who she really was under her skin!
Peter protected Britney and stared at Conrad.
“You need a woman to protect you, Mr. Maxwell?”
Conrad’s attention shifted from Britney to Peter. “If you pity her, then marry her soon.”
Peter frowned.
“Let’s go, Peter.” Britney pretended to be weak.
Peter gave Conrad an angry stare and then picked her up, leaving the hotel where the banquet was hosted.
The moment he went out, he coldly said, “You have really done well this time.”
He threw her to the back seat and he followed, holding Esme’s chin.
“The way you questioned him didn’t look like Britney at all!”
Esme didn’t dare to stare into Peter’s eyes and said, “My wound hurt a lot. Please send me to the hospital.”
“Does it?”
“Ah!” Esme let out a painful scream.
Peter gripped tightly where she was cut by the knife. “With how dispirited you look right now, you might as well just
die!”
Esme was in so much pain that her tears began to fall as she pushed Peter’s hand away.
“Go away! You’re hurting me!”
“Is it more painful than dying?” Peter’s handsome face was like the face of the Devil from hell, and his fingers
poked right into her wound.
Esme was in so much pain that her face turned pale as she screamed, covered in sweat.
He was crazy! A madman!
“Don’t make me see your pitiful look from not being able to get his love!”
“I… I don’t look like that.” Esme shook her head as she took a deep breath.
Peter moved his hand away, and cleaned his fingers laced with her blood on her face.
“Worthless. I told you to light the place up, but you added your own spin to it!
“I… I was worried that he’ll be suspicious of me,” Esme said pitifully as she covered her wound.
“Do you think he wouldn’t suspect you just because of your act?!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPeter was extremely unhappy with what she was doing. He had hidden in the crowd for a while and saw how she
was interacting with Conrad.
He owned her already, and she still desired Conrad!
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Esme sobbed and hugged him.
All men were the same. A softer approach worked better than a hard one.
Peter slowly calmed down and pushed her away as he got out of the car. He then got back into the driver’s seat and
drove toward the hospital.
“Mr. Maxwell, should I send someone to have a look at Miss Thomas?” Silas wasn’t sure why he would look that
terrifying.
Conrad was recalling how Britney was questioning him just now.
“Silas, can a person’s physical appearance be changed?”
Silas gave it a thought and said, “Yes. There’s always plastic surgery.”
“What about the voice?”
“It should be quite difficult.” Silas scratched his head. “But if the vocal cord was injured, there
should be a change to the person’s voice.”
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