Carol X Whitty の小説・ストーリー

, Carol put on a good woman act. “If your demonic son gives me the divorce asap, and the entire Hudson family as well as the husband snatcher slut gives me an undertaking in writing that none of you will ever bother me again, I will lift the charges against the double crosser vixen. I don’t want to see any of you again. Else, let law take its course”, Sarah shouted after Carol as she was led away by attendants. “Sure bitch. None of us want to see your ugly face either”, Carol shouted back, “How could you even dream that a man of my son’s high stature would settle forever with a unsightly woman like you?”.

When he heard what Carol said, he asked her to deal with it on her own. Carol adjusted her clothes before opening the door. Right then, Holly Yates had become too curious. She could clearly hear the voices of two women. How could she have heard them mistakenly? While Maya Howards wasn’t paying attention, she quickly set herself free, ran over to the door, and kicked it open. Wham! “Ouch—” Carol, who was standing behind the door with a joyful expression on her face, thought about how to torture Brittany Rockefeller. She didn’t expect the door to knock against her face.

Harriet looked at Carol and chuckled, "Why did you suddenly come to see me, holding a cup of coffee?" Carol handed the coffee to her and blushed. "Ms. Bass, I'm very grateful that you could stand up for those girls exploited by Wendell. You're my idol." Harriet raised her eyebrows, wondering if Carol had just come to thank her. She hadn't expected to have fans now. Harriet tucked her hair behind her ears. Her manners were gentle yet strong. She smiled and said coolly, "It's what I do." Carol was mesmerized by her decisive manners.

he hissed before getting to his feet and leaving the room. “Don’t mind him. He’s just a grumpy old man. I’m wishing you the best in your next project,” Hillary Kingston said with a smile, and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. After the shareholders left, I glanced at Carla, arching an eyebrow. “Speak. How did you end up with a contract from Mr X?” Carla’s expression was unreadable as she looked at me. “Two days ago, the contract was sent to my office, and I received an email saying it was a gift for Sophia Adams Hart, the chairwoman,” she replied calmly.

Coral smiles, “we met at the spa yesterday.” “Oh,” the woman shot me a dark side glare. “I really hope I’m not making you late?” Coral sighed but seemed genuine this time, “Madam Holiway was just going to help me choose a dress really quickly. I was too excited.” “Of course. You can come anytime. I will always make room for you.” The woman must have been Madam Holiway. I couldn't help but notice their closeness. I'd never met Madam Holiway before. But clearly Carol had. They seemed to be almost best friends. And she called Carol Mrs. Aster. She'd never do that unless... was Jacob publicly acknowledging Carol as his wife?