Chapter 9 The Cunning Tricks of a Virtuous Wife
Evelyn confidently held the steering wheel with one hand, speeding down the road. The sound system played "Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen."
She wasn't afraid of Edward investigating her. She didn't understand why a man who had been indifferent to her for three years and showed no concern for her suddenly became curious about her when their marriage was falling apart.
She thought to herself, "Men just like to bring it upon themselves. When you try hard to be good to them, they will only despise you. But when you become cold and no longer care about them, they will approach you."
Suddenly, Evelyn glanced at the rearview mirror and furrowed her brows slightly.
Not far behind, Edward's Lamborghini was relentlessly chasing after her!
"Do you want to track me? Maybe in your next life."
Evelyn smirked mischievously and floored the accelerator.
Bugatti's La Voiture Noire drifted to the left like a flash of lightning and disappeared in the blink of an eye!
"Hurry, keep following closely!" Edward sat in the passenger seat, urging Bart earnestly.
Bart had never driven this fast before. He was so nervous that his heart was pounding!
After much difficulty, Bart finally saw Evelyn's taillights. Edward looked blank but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Wellington, Mrs. Wellington's driving skills are too impressive! Toretto's Garage is really worth it..." Bart couldn't help but sigh.
"What?" Edward furrowed his brows in confusion.
"Just look at the rear of Mrs. Wellington!" Bart replied.
Edward’s face suddenly turned dark, scaring Bart into breaking out in a cold sweat. "That was a slip of the tongue! I meant to say, look at the rear of Mrs. Wellington's car!"
Edward carefully looked, and indeed, there was a white decal on the back of the Bugatti.
It said, "Toretto's Garage AE86."
It was amusing.
"Don't you know? Mrs. Wellington loves watching movies, especially Fast and Furious. Every time I see her, that movie is always playing on the living room TV."
The more Bart talked, the more excited he became. "I didn't expect Mrs. Wellington to be this skilled. I always thought she was a delicate and lovely girl."
Not only he but even Edward had been fooled by Evelyn.
What made him even angrier was that he had less knowledge about his wife than Bart!
"Oh no! Mrs. Wellington is accelerating!"
"Keep up. If you can't, I'll deduct your salary!" Edward gritted his teeth, his handsome face turning pale as a sculpture.
Bart was afraid of having his salary deducted, but he was even more fearful of death.
As a result, Evelyn made two rapid and magnificent sharp turns, and they could no longer see her taillights.
"I've lost her..." Bart was completely disappointed.
Edward punched the car window. Veins popped out on his forehead.
He thought, 'Lily, why did you disguise yourself to me layer by layer? Who are you really?'
At night, Landon and Simon arrived at Evelyn's private villa.
In the bright, open kitchen, Landon and Simon were cooking and cutting ingredients, respectively, while Evelyn was playing games and appreciating the handsome guys.
"OK! Four kills!"
Evelyn looked at her score on the screen and clapped her hands proudly.
"Evelyn, you're amazing." Simon smiled brightly. Among the four brothers, he had the most friendly smile.
"Well, look at me. I'm the best butcher in the industry, and I never miss a shot."
Evelyn knelt on the chair with her knees, her arms supporting the table. Her lollipop bobbed up and down. She was adorable.
"Hey, you seem pretty confident. How about we play a game tomorrow? I'll show you what I've got."
"Evelyn defeated you last time, and you almost quit. Don't go looking for trouble," Landon said as he fed Evelyn a piece of sliced beef.
"That's ridiculous... Ulysses messed things up last time. He suddenly received a mission and forcefully withdrew! Otherwise, we would definitely have won!" Simon said, feeling unsatisfied.
"I'm going to start cooking now. Evelyn, you're allergic to smoke, so wait in the living room," Landon gently urged.
Evelyn hesitated, feeling the urge to cry.
She dared not tell Landon and Simon that she had been the cook for the Wellington family for three years despite her smoke allergy. She had smelled cooking oil for three years, and her hands were calloused from cooking. Gradually, she had become immune to the smoke.
If she told them, Landon might show mercy due to faith issues, but her other three brothers would likely destroy the entire Wellington Group.
Evelyn was the pride of the Taylor family. She had never needed to do household chores before. How could the people of the Wellington family treat her so poorly?
But thankfully, she had returned to her previous life. She would no longer make herself so lowly for a man she could never have.
At that moment, Landon's phone rang.
He quickly wiped his hands on his apron and took out his phone from the pocket, his gaze shifting towards Evelyn with mixed emotions.
"Evelyn, it's your ex-husband again."
"Damn it! He's still addicted!" Evelyn exclaimed, her face turning red. Her lollipop fell onto the table.
"What do you mean? Scumbag Edward keeps calling you Landon?" Simon sat beside Evelyn and instinctively picked up the lollipop from the table, putting it in his mouth. "No way. Didn't he mistake you for Evelyn's boyfriend after you ran into each other at Crescent River watching fireworks?"
"Yeah," Evelyn sighed.
Simon shouted, "Damn it! Is he blind?"
"What? Am I not deserving?" Landon, wearing an apron, smiled meaningfully.
"Scumbag Edward is completely blind. You don't look like her boyfriend at all. You clearly look like her father," Simon said jokingly.
Landon and Simon were now even teasing Evelyn. She was really about to collapse.
And her ex-husband was waiting. The three of them were truly annoying.
"Should I answer it?" Landon asked.
"Don't answer!"
"Answer!"
Landon followed Evelyn's words and pressed the speakerphone button.
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"I am looking for my wife," Edward said, his tone more natural than in the morning, even hinting at a hint of possessiveness.
"Damn it..." Simon was about to swear, but Evelyn suddenly slammed his head on the table.
"Mr. Wellington, Lily is no longer your wife. You are divorced," Landon calmly reminded him. He also carefully changed the name to avoid exposing Evelyn's identity.
"She knows she still is; she knows it well," Edward's voice instantly turned cold, and a tense atmosphere filled the kitchen.
"Edward, you are being aggressive and chasing after my car. What exactly do you mean?" Evelyn answered the phone, irritatedly cutting off the speaker function.
"I have something to tell you privately."
Evelyn found a room, walked in, closed the door, and took a deep breath before answering the call.
"Hurry up and speak. I'm busy."
"Why did you change your phone number?" Edward asked coldly.
"Starting over, saying goodbye to the past," Evelyn responded.
"If Grandpa wants to find you in the future, I won't be able to contact you. Give me your new number so that I can reach you easily," Edward felt that this was only logical.
"It's easy for you to find me. Call Mr. Taylor. You will naturally find me," Evelyn lightly sneered.
"Lily, is this your way of revenge against me?" Edward said aggressively. "You left me and immediately moved in with Landon, didn't you? You call yourself Lily in front of me. What name are you planning to call yourself in front of Landon?"
"Edward!" Evelyn also got angry, clenching her fists tightly.
"You are too naive if you think this is how you will seek revenge on me. Do you think I care about which man you are with?" Edward angrily chuckled. "I just don't want Grandpa to be disappointed in you. I don't want him to find out that the woman he treasures and admires is a shameless and immoral person!"
"Even if you want to be reckless, please behave properly before Grandpa's 80th birthday, and don't let him hear any gossip about you!"
Evelyn was too angry to say a word. She hung up the phone directly.
In the darkness, she leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths. But she couldn't calm down the pain caused by Edward's insults.
She thought, 'Why does it still hurt so much? I should just consider him dead.'
Evelyn rubbed her eyes, the overwhelming disappointment making her tears flow uncontrollably.
"Edward...how could you think of me like this? It turns out all my thirteen years of love were wrong..."
