My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 83

Madison furrowed her brows, thinking to herself, ‘Didn’t Ethan already give me that supplementary agreement? Why would I need to retrieve another document? Besides, I and Ethan are merely business partners, sharing interests while being cautious of each other. How could he possibly ask me to fetch company documents?”

Feeling confused, Madison glanced at the waitress and immediately noticed a flaw. The waitresses at Night Bar always wore exclusive number tags on their chests, yet this woman didn’t have one. The only explanation was that someone had bribed her to deliver a message, but she didn’t want to expose her identity, so she secretly removed the number tag. It seems someone was deliberately setting me up, thinking this, Madison smirked. “Alright then, I appreciate you showing me the

way.

The waitress led Madison to the elevator. Upon reaching Room 303, Madison knocked on the door. As the door opened, an arm suddenly pulled her in, and a hot alcoholic breath rushed over her. The door clicked shut, and a man pushed her against the wall.

The whole room was dark, only the drunken voice of the man could be heard. “Miss Guzman. It took you quite a while to get here, didn’t it?”

Madison raised her hand to turn on the light, instantly illuminating the room. Standing in front of her was not someone else, but Sam Pearson, one of Ethan’s fair-weather buddies. He seemed heavily intoxicated, swaying as he spoke, spewing profanities. “Never expect the woman Neville had been with for three years, and the woman Ethan couldn’t get, to willingly come into my arms. Now, do I help you undress, or do you do it yourself?” He raised his hand, about to grab Madison’s clothes.

Madison abruptly grabbed Sam’s wrist. “Mr. Pearson. Did you just invite me here?”

Sam, still tipsy, replied, “Weren’t you… asking me to wait here! What? Having second thoughts?”

Madison coldly chuckled inwardly, her suspicions confirmed. Someone had lured Sam here using her name. Tonight’s gathering was arranged by Ethan, and if something happened to her here, it would inevitably drag Ethan down and spoil the cooperation between them. It seemed the person who had planned this was ruthless, wanting to ruin both her and Loveille. A calculating glint flashed in her eyes as she smiled at Sam. “Why don’t you go take a shower first, and I’ll order a bottle of wine to liven up the mood?”

Sam smirked. “No wonder you’re the woman chosen by both Ethan and Neville, quite sensible.”

Watching Sam s t ag g e r towards the bathroom, Madison retrieved his phone and sent a message to Ethan in his name. Moments later, footsteps approached outside the door. Madison coldly smiled and suddenly swung the door open, causing the eavesdropper outside to stumble and fall to the ground. She looked at Alison with a sardonic smile. “Miss Conner, what game are you playing?”

Alison’s heart s k ip p e a beat, immediately steadying herself against the wall as she stood up and said, “L… I must have entered the wrong room. As she turned to leave, Madison abruptly grabbed her wrist, lips curling into a sinister smile. “Miss Conner, leaving so soon? Don’t you think the trap you carefully set will be a waste?”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” said Alison.

“It’s alright if you don’t understand now, you will soon.” Madison sneered.

Alison suddenly felt a chill from Madison, sensing danger. As she instinctively tried to escape, Madison covered her mouth with one hand and twisted her arm behind her back with the other, effortlessly dragging her onto the bed. Alison’s eyes widened in fear, whimpering. “Madison, what do you want?”

Madison stuffed a pillowcase into Alison’s mouth and bound her hands to the bed with torn sheets. Leaning close to Alison’s ear, Madison said in a chilling tone, “Of course, to make Miss Conner pay for plotting against me.”

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Alison struggled in fear, kicking her legs in an attempt to break free from the restraint. Madison slapped her face lightly. “Save your energy for Mr. Pearson, Miss Conner.” Then, Madison left without looking back, even kindly turning off the lights before leaving, thinking to herself, Including that incident with Harrison, Alison has tried to scheme against me twice using such despicable means. There’s no need to show mercy to such a malicious woman. Since she likes to humiliate people in this way, she should taste it herself.

Back at the villa, Madison checked her other phone and saw messages from Neville. He seemed frantic, questioning her about Jeremy’s background. It seems Jeremy has aroused his suspicions. I need to find a reasonable explanation for Jeremy’s existence. Madison pondered for a moment, then instructed Margaret to send over the assistant’s information. The assistant’s name was Blair Cooke, married with a son. After a brief consideration, Madison formulated a perfect plan and instructed Margaret to proceed with it.

Shortly after, Hazel called, “Check the hot search. Miss Conner is causing a sensation.”

Madison responded indifferently, “Play s t u p i d games, win s t u p i d prizes.”

“Tell me the truth. Did you do this?” Hazel asked.

Madison didn’t deny it, simply saying. “She deserves it.”

Hazel immediately sensed a juicy story. “Wait for me!”

Madison scrolled through the webpage, filled with uncensored images of Alison and Sam. The comments from netizens were all insults directed at Alison for her infidelity, especially considering her previous portrayal as infatuated with Neville, only to end up in Sam’s bed in the blink of an eye.

Half an hour later, Hazel arrived with snacks in hand. Madison watched as Hazel arranged the dishes and opened the wine with excitement, feeling somewhat amused. “You should consider becoming a p a p a r a z z o instead of an actress.”

Hazel poured wine for her. “Madison, tell me. How did you manage to outwit Alison?”

Madison briefly recounted the events. Hazel slammed the table in anger. “She has no shame. Trying to plot against you in such a dirty way. Fortunately, you outsmarted her. Indeed, it proved the saying, “You reap what you sow.”

Madison smirked. “I didn’t want to dirty my hands, but she provoked me repeatedly. She only has herself to blame.”

As they enjoyed the story, Madison’s phone rang, a call from Neville. She immediately hung up.

Hazel glanced at her. “What does Neville want from you?”

“What else can it be? Of course, to defend his sweetheart,” said Madison.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Thinking it was Ross, Hazel happily rushed to open the door. When she saw Neville standing outside, she instinctively tried to close the door. However, Neville quickly stopped her, gripping the door firmly, his voice cold. “Bring Madison out!”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Upon seeing Neville, Hazel felt a deep sense of dread, unable to utter a single word for a while. Seeing that Hazel hadn’t returned for a long time, Madison instinctively sensed that something was amiss. Stepping out to check, she found Neville standing at the door with a dark expression, demanding. “Come here. I have something to ask you!”