Chapter 11
Amanda narrowed her peach blossom eyes. When it came to over–the–top imagination and tech–savviness, she could come up with things they’d never dream of
At the very least, she needed to send a little “gift” in return–give as good as she got. That way, she could sleep peacefully for the rest of
the night
As someone with an obsessive need to return a punch tenfold for every one she received, she had truly mastered some special skills.
“Ahh” Amanda suddenly let out a sharp scream and turned to run.
The “ghost” hanging outside the window grinned in triumph.
But wasn’t her reaction a bit too slow?
One minute later, Amanda returned carrying a basin full of blood–red liquid. A cold glint flashed in her eyes.
“Heavenly spirits above, earthly spirits below, by the decree of the Supreme Elder Lord–sword, comel Subdue this evil! I splash you with black dog’s blood, may you never reincarnate!”
Splash!
The “female ghost” was drenched from head to toe in the red liquid.
The atmosphere grew even eerier.
Then came a blood–curdling scream.
“Ahh! It burns! It hurts! What the hell is this stuff? It stings so bad!
The “ghost” began wailing like a banshee, drawing the butler and the bodyguards up from below.
Amanda feigned surprise. “Oh my! I really thought it was a ghost! Turns out it’s just a man? Oops.. This is chili water–you’re gonna lose a layer of skin.”
The man was furious. Chili water!! What kind of nonsense was that?!
This woman wasn’t human. Any other woman would’ve fainted from fright. But her? She went full–on Taoist exorcist with incantations
and all!
Clack! The lights around them flicked on. The man stood exposed, pale beneath his mask. The butler and guards quickly restrained him
“Madam, please get some rest. We’ll inform you of the full story in the morning,” the butler said respectfully, as always
“Thank you, Butler.”
Amanda’s eyes were cold, though her tone remained warm. Besides Barry, who else would be this childish?
Once everything quieted down, Arnanda went back to sleep.
But early the next morning, she was startled awake by her phone ringing.
Groggy, she answered the call
“Amanda, I fought with my husband again, sob sob sob..”
Amanda’s voice was still hoarse and lazy from sleep. Then why aren’t you dead yet?”
“Ahhhh! Amanda! Can’t you speak like a human? I’m heartbroken here!” Fanny sobbed like her world was ending-
“That bastard is cheating on me! Amanda, what should I do? What should I do? I’m gonna die! I swear I’m really gonna die this time!”
Click
Amanda hung up and tossed the phone aside.
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Chapter 11
Thud! The small figure on the bed sat up instantly, rubbing the spot where he got hit, wincing.
Still half–asleep. Amanda didn’t even open her eyes before falling right back to sleep.
By the time she woke up again, it was already past 9 AM.
Amanda stretched lazily, then opened her eyes to see the little guy sitting on the bed. Her heart swelled with contentment and she greeted him with a smile.
“Good morning, baby!”
Mark’s expression was grim, his tone cold. You threw your phone at me after answering that call.
Amanda shot up, suddenly alert. She was notoriously grumpy in the morning–wait, did she take a call just now?
“Oh no! Baby, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Where did I hit you? Let me see if it’s bruised!”
It wasn’t scary to accidentally hit someone–what was scary was hitting her own son.
Why couldn’t the phone have hit Benjamin instead? He couldn’t feel pain right now anyway!
I’m fine. Though Mark’s little face was frosty, his tone softened as he heard her frantic worry.
“Hmph! You’ve really mastered the art of throwing things. But then your friend called back and cursed your entire family tree.”
Amanda:
She cautiously picked up her phone and saw the caller ID–Fanny. So it wasn’t a dream.
Seeing 300 messages, she only glanced at the last one:
[Amanda, that b*tch isn’t prettier than me, not sexier than me, her boobs are smaller, her ass is flatter. I really can’t go on anymore. That woman is shameless–messaging my husband in the middle of the night, asking him to meet her at a hotel!]
Amanda shook her head slightly and replied:
[Fanny, throughout history, it was never the beauty that brought disaster. It’s not the woman’s fault–it’s the man who’s too shameless. Life is hard, don’t be sad. Open your eyes in the midst of your despair and rise again from the ashes.]
After sending the message, Amanda tossed her phone aside and carefully reached out to help her son down from the bed.
