Chapter 895
Maximo’s jaw dropped.
“Your wife? Mr. Dawson, you’ve gotta be joking, right?”
A chill settled over Bryan’s eyes.
“Do I look like I’m in the mood for jokes now?”
Maximo gasped. Suddenly, everything clicked. No wonder Conroy had been so silent. Bryan wasn’t here as his guest—he was on Leyla’s side.
No wonder Leyla had been so confident.
A nervous sweat ran down Maximo’s forehead as he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. He sank back into his seat, the weight of the situation hitting him like a ton of bricks.
The meal progressed in awkward silence. Only Eileen and Gabriela ate well; Bryan barely touched his food.
After the meal, the servants of the Vazquez family packed Gianna’s and Conroy’s belongings. They threw everything into a waiting truck outside the mansion.
Leyla, who had paid for the truck, watched the scene with satisfaction.
“Those leeches have stolen enough from this family,” she said. “I don’t want their trash. Let them have it!”
With no empty spaces left, the packing process descended into chaos. Items of all shapes and sizes were hastily tossed into the truck. Gianna’s lingerie, including her briefs and bras, were draped over the edge of the truck, fluttering in the breeze like colorful banners.
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“Lift your head!” Gianna rebuked Conroy in a hushed tone. “Though we’re thrown out of the family, we need to leave with some dignity!”
No sooner had she spoken than two burly bodyguards approached, scooped her up, and unceremoniously tossed her into the truck.
Conroy suffered the same fate, being thrown into the truck with equal force. His bulky frame came crashing down directly on top of Gianna.
Gianna let out a loud yelp of pain as Conroy’s body fell on her. Though the truck’s walls concealed the impact, her anguished cry resonated through the air, echoing far and wide.
The truck started and left slowly.
The wedding guests of the Vazquez family left in silence, none of them brave enough to speak up, particularly after the bombshell news that Bryan’s wife was Eileen, which effectively quashed any potential objections.
As the servants did the cleaning, Leyla found herself alone in the courtyard, staring at the empty rooms around her.
“Eileen, I’ve finally managed to shake off the burden that has been weighing me down for nearly two decades!” Leyla said.
“Yes, you’re safe now. No one in the Vazquez family will dare to challenge you,” Eileen said as she stood next to Leyla. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness when she saw Leyla’s grey hair.
Leyla turned to her and nodded solemnly. “Yes. From now on, I won’t listen to anyone except you!”
“What are you going to do next?” Eileen asked.