Chapter 595
In that short span of time, Cherry felt as if she had aged a decade, and no amount of supplements could ever restore her vitality.
When Hannah got home that evening, she was going to have to tell her what happened today. She couldn’t do it. She was just a weak, helpless girl!
She truly admired Hannah’s poor judgment in men, and at the same time, she was impressed with the mistress for somehow setting her sights on him.
Or maybe he hadn’t always been like this? Perhaps this descent into madness was a recent development?
If it was recent, it was almost understandable. But if he’d been like this for years, then both women must have had some kind of special kink, because no normal person would willingly put up with a fool like him.
Before Lionel could even process what was happening, he was grabbed and unceremoniously thrown out. By the time he came to his senses, he was standing outside the gate.
The massive iron gates slammed shut, and the servants turned and walked away.
He was alone, with a horde of reporters hiding in the bushes, their cameras flashing relentlessly.
“I’m getting tired of reporting on this family. It’s always the same story: a clingy man and a woman who won’t give him the time of day p>
“I’m worried people will think I’m just recycling old news, but the problem is, this is all they ever do p>
“I say we find a fortune teller, or maybe a tarot card reader, and introduce them to Mr. Rosenberg. Tell him he can pay to find out about the future of his marriage p>
“In his current state, he’d definitely be willing to pay. We could make a quick buck on the side p>
“That’s brilliant. You know what they
sayTools keep half the
tarot readers in business, A guy like this could probably support the other half all by himself p>
“Hold on, I’m calling my friend right now. She’s actually really good at this stuff,” one of the reporters whispered, and the group chuckled amongst themselves in the bushes,
The first few times they’d seen Lionel get thrown out, it had been shocking, and they’d all scrambled to report it.
But seeing him kicked out yet again, they were completely unfazed. It had become routine.
They simply couldn’t understand why a man would use the same failed tactic over and over again. Why not try something different?
Just as they were looking up a tarot reader, a shadow fell over them. When they looked up, Lionel was standing right in front of them.
“Mr. Rosenberg p>
“Sorry, Mr. Rosenberg, we were just, uh, checking in on the progress of your relationship p>
“We’re just doing our jobs, sir. Our bosses make us do it. Please don’t hold it against us p>
“I have a question for you. If you were in my situation, what would you do p>
Lionel’s question stunned the reporters into silence They
exchanged confused glances net
wondering if they had heard bim correctly.
What was he asking them?
“Did you not hear me? Answer me p>