Ch. 1126..1130

Chapter 1126 A billion? Where was Sherry supposed to find that kind of money? She blinked before blurting out, "Sure, you investeda billion dollars, but the project has been doing well for the past year.

You must have made good money." John replied with a smile, "Yeah, a little. It's only two hundred million. I’m still eight hundred million

away from gaining back the principal."

Sherry pursed her lips.

She did not have a hundred million, much less eight hundred million. The look on her face tempted him to pinch her cheeks once more.

"Don't you have anything to say?” Pressing her lips together, Sherry said, "The Fowlers and Browns owe you themoney. Demand it from

them." He gave her cheeks a good squeeze.

"That may be so, but you were the one who signed the contract."

Sherry took a deep breath.

| have been with you for more than a year.

That should count as something." "Ha." He snickered while sizing her up in a devilish manner.

"You give yourself too much credit, Sherry, but your looks are only above average in today's market. Even at the highest market value, you're worth about a million for a year plus.

It's not even a fraction of the eight hundred million." Sherry was speechless.

Market? Market value? Bottling up her spite, Sherry shot him a dirty look.

"| sewed for you every single day! That's at least a few hundred pieces." John looked at her with a grin.

"Oh, that's right. | threw your embroideries away, right next to the trash can on the sidewalk. Even the strays passing by wouldn't look at them." Sherry was furious!

She could let the call girlcomment slide but to insult the masterpieces that she had painstakingly stayed up all night doing was another thing.

Fueled by anger like never before, Sherry clenched her hands that were still tied upas she gritted her teeth and glared at him. John curled his lips and smiled at her in delight.

"Ah!" With a shout, she thrust her head forward and rammed into him.

Wham! The man's straight silhouette tumbled backward and fell onto the sofa.

Sherry quickly pounced on him and sat down with her butt on top of him.

With her bound hands, she whacked his face.

"John, you j*rk! I'm going to take you down with me!" Overtaken by a certain emotion, the man lifted his arm. His hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her off.

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Thump.

Sherry crashed onto him.

John swiftly held her down against his chest with his free hand.

Sherry was trapped within his arms.

She lifted her head and stared daggers at him.

He was coughing until his face was red, probably due to her headbutt.

It did not take long before John recovered.

Now that she was immobilized, John's lips curled.

"You have a hard head, Sherry."

Sherry sneered.

"It must be fun to use it as a soccer ball." He caressed her hair.

Although the color had drained from her face, Sherry hid it with a scoff.

"Maybe. But you seem to have a solid head too. | wonder if it's good for soccer. How about | test that out for you?". John narrowed his eyes.

"What are you trying to pull?" Curling her lips, Sherry abruptly lifted her chin and putall force into bashing his forehead. John was stunned into silence.

He winced as he shifted his head to the side.

Wham!

Sherry left a depression on the sofa.

With a scoff, she instantly lifted her head again.

Chapter 1127 Out of nowhere, a hand pressed onto the back of Sherry's head. With her facepressed against the fabric of the sofa, Sherry could hardly move.

She yelled at John, "D*mn it, John! Get your stinking hands off me!" John pulled back and got off the sofa. With one hand pressing against her head and another on her ass, John pinned Sherry down.

Watching as her legs kicked up in the air from being held down, a feeling of helplessness flashed in John's deep eyes under his messyfringe.

Had he pushed her too far? To think she had tried to use her head as a weapon...

Sherry was still putting up a fight.

"D*mn it, John! If you had the balls, you'd let me go. Let's see who has the tougher head!" Smack. John slapped her head.

Sherry yelled,"... You can crush me, but you can’t crush my spirit! Hit me again, and I'll knock you out!" Smack.

He whacked her again on the back of her head.

Sherry, who was still being held down on the sofa by her head and bum, was speechless.

Before she could find the words to blast him, John remarked with a smile, "You're free to go when you clear your debt of eight hundred million.

Otherwise, don’t even think about going anywhere else.” He then released her.

Sherry rolled over, tumbling off the sofa to the ground.

By the time she had sat up, all Sherry saw was John walking out of the living room.

Sherry breathed out and brought her hands that were still tied up before her face to undo theknot with her teeth.

Having succeeded, she proceeded to untie the rope around her ankles.

John was long gone so Sherry ran out of the living room, only to find eight bodyguards standing at the door.

Since most of them were familiar faces, they had to be employees of the Stocktons.

With Sherry fast approaching, these bodyguards immediately blocked off the door.

Giving them an icy stare, Sherry made her way back to her room.

The villa had a tiny lawn, bordered by a semi-transparent wall towering at least three meters in height.

There were orrrapTC no trees by the wall to hold onto and climb.

Athree-story villa stood tall behind the lawn.

The only window that could open was on the third floor in the back, but the altitudewas twenty meters from the ground up. Literally taking the plunge was death or paralysis waiting to happen.

Sherry wandered around all the rooms in the house before returning to the living room, looking bummed out.

Sitting her bottom on the floor, she grimaced and looked in the direction of the front door.

Was she going to be locked up in here? Before, she had become John's secret lover while he was still single and available. Although she had had a problem with the restricted meals and lack of freedom, Sherry had been fine with everything else. Nevertheless, he was now married to Shannon.

Sherry wanted no part of becoming the other woman that would come between the couple.

Never mind the public chastisement if word were to get out, Sherry felt sick to her stomach about it too. With that in mind, Sherry closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.

She stayed in the seated position until sundown.

Astrange maid entered the house, pushing a meal cart of food before her.

Sherry got a good whiff of the food before the food even made it to her.

Her belly rumbled like thunder.

Gulping, Sherry turned her head away.

The maid placed the dishes on the dining table before calling her over.

"Ms. Fowler, dinner is ready. Please enjoy." Sherry remained still, shutting her eyes to the maid. The maid tried calling out to her again to no avail.

In the end, the maid walked away.

She came to the front door and told a bodyguard, "Dave, Ms. Fowler's refusing the food." Dave was the head of the bodyguards, responsible for stopping

Sherry from leaving and housekeeping.

Dumbstruck by the update, Dave proceeded to give John a call.

Chapter 1128 The most prosperous central business district of Glanchester.

This was where Stockton Tower was located.

Meanwhile, a meeting was going on ina spacious conference room.

The man, who had just gotten hitched that afternoon, sat on the head of the table dressed in a suit. Sitting at the foot, a group of executives took turns to take the floor and report on the numbers. Beep.

Suddenly, John's phone on the table vibrated.

The executives immediately closed their mouths and quietly stared at John.

Having glanced at the caller ID, John picked up the phone and smiled at them.

"Excuse me. | need to take this call. Please give me a sec." The group smiled in return.

John got up and exited the conference room.

Placing the phone against his ear, he asked, "What did she do again?"

On the other line, the bodyguard was truthful with his reply.

"Ms.Fowler's refusing food.”

John furrowed his brows.

Refusing food? Instead of giving her bread and canned vegetables, John had instructed that a sumptuous meal be prepared for her.

Yet, she was refusing to eat.

Was she going on a hunger strike? With a smirk, he responded, "Give her something extra."

Avilla in the suburbs.

Sherry continued to remain in her sitting position without casting a glance at the dining table.

1 Time went by, and soon the footsteps of the maid drew close.

The scent of alcohol wafted in the air before she could even turn her head to thesource of the sound. It was the aroma of fine wine.

The wine bottle had clearly been cracked open! Unable to resist, Sherry looked over.

The maid carried a tray holding a decanter filled with wine and a wine glass.

Finally getting Sherry's attention, the maid beamed as she said, "Come and enjoy the food, Ms.Fowler. You should eat it while it's still warm." Sherry clenched her fists.

She had a drinking problem.

Nevertheless, thanks to John detaining her at the Stockton residence for more than a year, Sherry had pretty much kicked her addiction to alcohol

Although Sherry was tempted to drinkthe wine, she was not bothered if she did not. Turning her head away, Sherry fixed her gaze somewhere else.

The maid was dumbfounded.

She had thought that Ms.Fowler would start eating if the wine was brought out.

Placing the wine on the table, the maid tried to get Sherry's attention.

Seeing that she could not get a reaction from Sherry, the maid walked away.

Silence returned to the living room.

It was unclear how much time had gone by, but drowsiness eventually swept over Sherry.

She got up, lay down on the sofa, and hugged a pillow to sleep.

The quietness served as a lullaby, lulling her into a deep sleep.

Eventually, a sudden flurry of footsteps from the front door broke the silence.

The oncoming footsteps stopped in front of the girl.

Sherry was lost in deep slumber.

Then, she was picked up from the sofa.

Sherry winced and opened her eyes to find herself being carried into a bedroom.

Who else was lifting her if not for John? Sherry was kicking up a fuss to get down when he flung her to the bed.

With his slender figure towering over her, John clutched onto her chin and stated with a smile, "Don't even think about threatening me with ahunger strike.

Dying of hunger won't get you out of here." Giving him a bitter smile, Sherry glaredat him. "|'d rather starve to death than be your mistress!" Huh.

Amused, John burst out laughing.

"You? Starve to death? When pigs fly." Sherry was silent.

Her rage could be seen in her flushed face.

 

 

Chapter 1129

Master Odell's Secret Ex-wife by Eggsoup Chapter 1129

Chapter 1129 John caressed her face. "Look. Your face is red from lying."

Sherry retorted, "As if!"

"No need to shoutout loud.

It's only the two of us here.” As he spoke, his eyes wandered to her collar.

Sherry's face changed as she tried to push him away.

"D* mn it, John! Get off me!” Curling his lips, John grabbed her by the collar and pulled off her blouse. Sherry put up a fight right away.

Maintaining the curve of his lips, John neutralized her attacks with ease and pressed his lips against hers. The more she refused to become his mistress, the more he would make her his kept woman.

Soon, the room was filled with Sherry's muffled struggles.

The more intimate the two of them became, a sharp gasp interrupted the intimacy.

The man froze.

Seizing her chance, Sherry pushed him away and kicked him off the bed.

Next, she jumped out of the bed in a flash and bolted to the floor-to-ceiling window.

After falling off the bed, John sat up with a cut on the edge of his lips.

Seeing that she was opening the window, his pupils dilated as he cried, "Stop, Sherry!" Withouthesitation, Sherry swung the window open and jumped off.

It did not take long before a loud crash echoed from downstairs.

John's muscles stiffened involuntarily as the color drained from his face.

The d*mn woman! Getting on his feet, he quickly took large strides to make his way downstairs. There was a ten-meter drop from the bedroom to the surface level.

Sherry lay on the ground, hugging her legs as she curled up into a ball.

The pain forced the tears out of her.

Ow! It hurt so bad! Picking up on the commotion, the bodyguards had hurried over.

Sherry gasped in pain and uttered in a trembling voice, "O -One of you... Please punch me and knock me out!" It was getting to be more than she could take.

The ground was soft and muddy.

It had not appeared to have a hard surface, so why did it hurt like hell?

The bodyguards did notknow how to respond.

Meanwhile, a silhouette emerged from behind the bodyguards and approached Sherry in no time. Sherry lost her cool.

"Get away! Don't touch me...Ow-"

She was picked up while in mid-sentence.

John carried her out while barking out an order at a bodyguard.

"Get the car!" The bodyguard did as he was told.

Overwhelmed by the excruciating ache, Sherry could not muster the strength to fight.

She whined in agony as John lifted her into a car.

The car drove to the nearest hospital.

Sherry slumped against John, putting her weight on him.

Although she did not want to make a sound, she was unable to control her twitching and the tears that flowed from her eyes. Jesus Christ.

Had she known that it would hurt so much, she would not have jumped.

Next to her, the man's always amiable and smiling face was hidden behind a cloud of gloom under thedim light. The jerking against his chest and sporadic whimpers saw him clenching his fists.

John remained as still as a statue.

The car pulled up outside a hospital.

Although the hospital might not compare to the ones in the city, the healthcare facilities were pretty comprehensive. After the bodyguard parked the car, John carried Sherry out and marched into the hospital.

Soon, Sherry was wheeled into the emergency room.

She was only brought out following a thorough examination and bandaging.

There was a brace along her spine and a splint over her leg.

Likely due to the treatment, Sherry still felt the pain, albeit not in agony as she had been earlier.

Sherry lay stiffly in bed, unwilling to take a chance to move a finger.

She stared at the ceiling with a blank face.

John immediately came to her side when she was wheeled out.

He checked on her from head to toe before turning his attention to the doctor.

"How's she doing?" The doctor was a young man who appeared to be acquainted with John.

He replied with a smile, "Mr. Stockton, the patient will be okay.

She threw her back and hurt her leg from the fall.

There's some fracture.

Chapter 1130 The tension on John's face eased in an instant. John's lips curled as he saidwith a smile, "Thank you, doctor." The doctor waved his arm.

"It's part of my job as a doctor. It's already an honor to be able to meet with you today, Mr. Stockton." It appeared that the doctor was a fanboy of John.

Sherry made a face.

The doctor then turned to Sherry.

"Miss, you're on bed rest. Try not to move around so much." "Got it. Thank you, doctor." After a pause, Sherry added." Ah. Just so you know.

I'm John's sister.

Please call me Ms.Stockton." The doctor,"..." John,"..." Did she not know that the hospital required the registration ofpersonal information

before treatment? Stillness filled the air momentarily.

The doctor glanced at John before responding to Sherry with a grin, "Sure, Ms. Stockton." Sherry did not stay for too long as she was soon wheeled out of the hospital. Their ride back had been swapped for an MPV.

It was spacious enough to accommodate Sherry together with the stretcher.

Sitting by her bed, John's gaze fixed upon her face without an expression on her face. Sherry stared at the roof of the car, pursing her lips and looking detached.

The car remained quiet the whole way.

When the car came to a stop, a bodyguard went over to open the door.

John stood up and took a fleeting glance at Sherry.

"Bring her to her room." He then got out.

A few bodyguards immediately carried her out of the vehicle.

It was a dark night, and the hums and chirps broke the silence.

In no time, Sherry was wheeled into the bedroom.

The bodyguards lifted her onto the bed before leaving the room.

Silence befell the room, and all was still for a long time.

It did not seem the man had any intention of entering the room.

Letting down her guard, Sherry soon drifted off into dreamland.

An hour later, the door was pushed open, and a tall figure entered.

He approached the bed and studied her face in the dark for a while before leaving.

He went to the living room.

The maid and bodyguards were on standby there. They turned their heads toward the looming presence in reverence.

Running his eyes across the room, John asked, "Do you remember everything that | just said?" The leader of the bodyguardsimmediately replied, "Yes, we did. Don't worry. We won't let anything happen to Ms.Fowler or let her out of here unless instructed." "Okay. You're dismissed." The group dispersed and returned to their posts.

John strode outside.

His usual MPV ride was parked outside.

Getting into the car, he leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. His face reflected exhaustion.

The driver inquired in a low voice, "Mr.Stockton, should | take you home?" "To the airport." Dumbstruck, the driver had to ask, "The airport?At this hour?" Had he not just gotten married today? "I'm going away for a while for some out-of-town business.

You can return home after sending me to the airport.

If my mom or Julie asks, please convey the same message to them." The driver pressed his lips together. "What about your wife-" "Tell her the same thing." "Sure.Got it."

The driver started the car.

John rested his eyes for a moment before pulling out his phone and dialing a number.