Chapter 383 My Wife
Elizabeth's voice carried a note of melancholy as she asked, "So, Kismet, what exactly are you planning to do with me?"
She had no desire to hurt anyone. In this small county town, only she truly understood her husband's temperament—his inscrutability, the cold calculation behind his blank expression, and a ruthless streak that surpassed anyone's imagination.
Now, Elizabeth regarded Kismet with perfect composure. She never wished harm upon anyone, but if someone was determined to bring trouble upon themselves, all she could do was shrug, feigning innocence.
If Kismet wanted revenge, then Elizabeth would have her own reckoning.
The childhood bullying, her father's death from shame and rage, her mother's forced exile with her in tow—but what haunted Elizabeth most was the slap from Kismet's mother and the kick from her father.
Even now, her chest occasionally ached with phantom pain. A malnourished twelve-year-old child, sent flying by a grown man's brutal kick—who could endure such trauma? This hatred had to be settled. She watched Kismet with serene patience.
Kismet sneered and was about to call Remy when her phone rang. Seeing her husband's name, she answered immediately, "What's wrong?"
Willie Reed's voice was sharp with urgency, "Where the hell are you? Several important officials have arrived with their wives, and you're nowhere to be found! Don't forget—you're not the star of tonight's show! Get over here now!"
"Darling!" Kismet purred coquettishly. "I know I'm not the main attraction, but among all the officials' wives here tonight, is there anyone prettier or younger than me? Has anyone else's husband reached your position? I may not be the leading lady, but I'm definitely the supporting actress!"
"Stop babbling and get over here!" Willie was ready to explode.
A group of officials sat in the private dining room, watching the stone-faced king of death occupy the most prominent seat in complete silence. None of the accompanying officials dared speak. The intimidating figure occasionally interacted with his daughter—a beautiful, talkative little girl who seemed approachable enough.
Desperate to curry favor with this living demon, the officials kicked their wives under the table. These women, seasoned veterans of political maneuvering, competed to charm Alice Windsor.
"Miss Windsor, how old are you?"
"Five and a half," Alice replied, her dark eyes sparkling.
"Oh my, your hairstyle is gorgeous! Who did it for you?"
Alice thought for a moment. "A pretty lady at the hotel did it. She's really nice."
"What's this pretty lady's name? I'd love to get the same braids."
Alice considered this. "Um, she said to call her the lobby manager lady."
Though the child spoke innocently, everyone present was sharp enough to read between the lines, trying to determine whether this terrifying man had a woman in his life. If not, they'd find ways to provide one.
The King of Sunwillow City
A man whose footsteps could shake both Sunwillow City and Paris—anyone who earned his favor could rise to unimaginable heights overnight.
Faced with such obvious flattery, Alexander remained expressionless and aloof. No one could guess his thoughts, and their anxiety mounted. Willie was the most frantic of all—every other wife had arrived and was charming Alice, except his own.
That damned woman! Usually she was his greatest asset—beautiful, cunning, socially adept, the perfect weapon for his political advancement. But today, where was she?
Willie called from the restroom: "Do you understand how powerful this man is? If we can attach ourselves to him, we won't just escape this backwater county—we could skip the city level entirely and go straight to the provincial capital! Every other wife is already bonding with Miss Windsor. If you don't get here soon, it'll be too late!"
Hearing her husband's urgency, Kismet replied, "Alright, I'm coming now."
At that moment, she truly had no time for Elizabeth. But she couldn't let Elizabeth escape either. She considered asking the front desk which room Elizabeth was staying in, having them keep watch. She'd wanted to call Remy to monitor Elizabeth, but there was no time now—she had to get to that private room immediately.
She'd text Remy from the dining room instead. But as she hung up, she noticed Elizabeth walking several steps toward the same direction she needed to go.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing! You worthless slut! You dare enter that kind of private room? Do you have a death wish? Stop right there!" Kismet rushed forward and grabbed Elizabeth's arm.
Her voice rang out loudly, "Waiter! Waiter! Come here and watch this prostitute!"
Kismet's shouting was so loud it echoed into the private dining room. Willie, just emerging from the restroom, immediately recognized his wife's voice and rushed out of the room.
The door swung open. Alexander, seated inside, saw Elizabeth being manhandled by Kismet. The man immediately stood, took Alice's hand, and walked outside.
Good God! Once the Demon King left his seat, who dared remain? Like ancient courtiers following their emperor, they all shuffled nervously behind him.
Willie reached his wife and glanced at Elizabeth. "Who is this woman? Why is she dressed like that? How did you get involved with her? What's going on?"
Kismet smoothed her freshly styled hair and glanced at Alexander, not daring to look too closely. She whispered to her husband, "Is that the important figure?"
Willie snapped impatiently, "Who is this woman? Let her go! Do you want to anger that living demon?"
Kismet smiled confidently. "I'm going to make Elizabeth humiliate herself in front of this powerful man!"
With that, she approached Alexander. "Sir, you honor our humble county with your presence. We should provide you with the finest environment, but unfortunately, even in the most upscale establishments, we encounter undesirable elements. I was delayed tonight because I was dealing with this woman. She's a prostitute with no shame, boldly soliciting clients in this luxury hotel while wearing nothing but a nightgown. I simply cannot tolerate such behavior, so I plan to have her removed to—"
Her words were cut short as Alexander interrupted with deadly calm: "Madam, what exactly did you call my wife?"
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