Contract Marriage: My Sweet Bossy Wife

Chapter 22 Voice of A Woman

Upon hearing that, the goblet in Preston's hand trembled slightly. His face darkened and looked icy.

The Saunder family was one of the several privileged families in Ameriart. Preston had heard of the

Fletcher family, but it was a pity that he knew the Fletcher family as little as other people did.

Lorenzo, the eldest young master of the Fletcher family, kept a low profile and had hardly shown

himself in public. He had never accepted interviews from any media.

Preston had once sent someone for investigation. He was told that Lorenzo had only come to Ameriart

a few years ago. His groundwork was in the center of downtown.

Nicolork was worthy of its name as the most prosperous economic center of Ameriart. Anyone walking

on the street could be a talented elite or a billionaire. Ordinary rich people didn't have the chance to get

involved in the center of the financial industry here.

There was no doubt that there were many hidden privileged families. Their heirs were the real business

tycoons, holding the vein and arteries of Asia.

Preston has heard about the most privileged, and the top 1 business family. The family's surname was

also the Fletcher family.

He wasn't sure if that was a coincidence.

The most historical privileged family in Nicolork was the Watts family. The young master, Felix, was

Lorenzo's best friend. They were with each other very often.

"Preston, did you forget how Jessica hooked up with the man when she was in the remote suburbs?

They were so shameless that they had even slept together there for a whole night. I'm surprised that a

little girl like her dared to hang out with a total stranger. I can't imagine how shameless and immoral

she was."

Juliette could see Preston's sudden mood swing, so she spared no effort to slander Jessica.

Preston drained the glass of wine. Then he reached out his arms and shoved Juliette onto the bed.

Preston shoved very roughly that Juliette's head was slammed against the carved decoration beside

the bed. Her eyes welled up in pain.

Preston stared fiercely at Juliette. That look had freaked Jullite out. She had never seen him like this

before.

Whenever Juliette told Preston about Jessica's affairs with other men, Preston's emotions would get

out of control, and he would change into a totally different person.

"Preston, I love you so much. You'll be the only man in my life. I'm giving myself to you as a pure

virgin."

Juliette really loved Preston. She closed her eyes tightly and wrapped her slender arms around

Preston's neck.

Preston's face was distorted in anger. He thought Juliette was right. Jessica had betrayed him. That

promiscuous woman didn't deserve his love.

He swore he would forget Jessica.

"Preston, I swear I'll be with you for the rest of my life."

Preston ripped the nightdress off Juliette, and Juliette responded with an enjoyable moan.

Preston couldn't get Jessica's stunning face out of his mind. When she was young, her mother took her

to visit the Saunder family. Jessica's mother asked Preston, "Preston, why don't you take Jessica as

your wife when you grow up?"

He was almost hitting puberty at that time, and he knew what that meant. His face blushed, yet he

could only cover it with his hands, turned over, and ran back to his own room.

That was when their marriage was arranged.

He remembered how cute and sweet Jessica was when she was little. She got big bright eyes like a

deer. She always smiled at him and called him "Brother Preston".

Preston buried his handsome face between Juliette's neck and shoulders. Then he murmured in a

hoarse voice, "Jessica."

"Jessica!"

That name struck Juliette like thunder. Her head buzzed, and she felt as if she had fallen from heaven

into hell. Her hopes and dreams for Preston collapsed in an instant.

...

Juliette was exhausted and fell asleep early.

Deep in the night, Preston leaned beside the huge window of the hotel room. Then he took out a

cigarette from the case, lit it, and took a long drag.

When the cigarette in his hand was about to burn out, Preston picked up his phone and pressed the

number he bore deeply in his mind.

"Hello."

The phone was answered very soon. Preston heard Jessica's sweet voice come out of the speaker.

"It's me."

Preston exhaled a puff of smoke and said.

"What's up?"

Jessica's tone was cold.

"I sent you the address. I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Preston, Are you insane?"

"Don't be condescending. I know you've hooked up with different men since you were young. I bet your

cancered husband has no way to satisfy you. So how about committing yourself to me? We know each

other. You don't have to be shy."

Preston grinned a venomous and dirty smile.

Jessica wanted to black him right away, so that she wouldn't have to stand with his harassment.

"Jessica, I know you're working very hard to dig the true cause of your mother's death."

Preston understood Jessica well enough. He knew she wanted to block him, so he decided to keep her

suspended by mentioning Erica.

Jessica's heart lost a beat upon hearing what he said. Preston was right. She needed to find the

housekeeper who her mother grew up with, and then she would trace the clue and find the real cause

of her mother's death.

Jessica's mother, Erica, had always been healthy, and she barely got sick. It looked like she was dead

because of Aminah's torture, but Jessica was sure there was a bigger conspiracy behind this.

Every time Jessica tried to find something, the clues would be wiped out, as if Erica had never existed

in this world.

Jessica had a feeling that this must be a conspiracy that had been planned for a long time. Erica died

so suddenly, and even the housekeeper accompanying Erica was at life risk. All her family seemed to

have changed within a very short time.

"Do you have any evidence? Why should I trust you?"

Jessica asked as she squeezed her phone harder.

"You searched hard for clues, yet there was nothing you could find. I assume you must be very

anxious. I happen to have some old secrets that you'll be interested in. And I know the whereabouts of

the person you've been looking for. It's Rosa Holland, right?"

Jessica's heart skipped a beat when she heard the name. Rosa had been with Erica since she was

young and knew her very well.

Rosa was accidentally saved by Erica when she was young, and she had been with Erica ever since.

After Erica's sudden death, Rosa also disappeared like smoke. Jessica couldn't find her anywhere, and

never had she thought that Rosa was now in Preston's hands.

"Jessica, see you there tomorrow night. I'll be waiting for you."

Before Jessica reacted, Preston had already hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tune on the speaker, Jessica put her cellphone aside. She wondered if she should go

to the appointment tomorrow night. As much as she wanted to meet Rosa, she knew the trip would be

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Preston was far from a kind person, and he would never help her for nothing. Obviously, he had wanted

something from Jessica. Preston was different from Rocco Lee, and Jessica failed to hide her thoughts

from him.

"Contact me if you need anything."

Jessica suddenly remembered what Lorenzo had told her before he went abroad. That was the last

thing he said to her before leaving.

Jessica wondered if she should call Lorenzo now.

Jessica thought about it and finally picked up the phone. Then she found Lorenzo's number from the

contacts list and dialed it.

A melodic piano piece came over the phone. Time passed, yet no one answered the phone. Jessica

grew a bit anxious, and every minute felt like torment to her.

Jessica suddenly realized that there was a time difference between the two countries. It was daytime

over there now. Maybe Lorenzo was having a meeting in the conference room at this time. Calling him

abruptly might disturb him at work.

If Lorenzo was really busy with work at this time. Jessica's reckless behavior would definitely cause

him trouble and distract him.

"Hey."

The phone was suddenly answered, and Jessica immediately greeted Lorenzo over the phone.

"Hello, who's that?"

A sweet voice came from the phone.

A woman picked up the phone.

It was Lorenzo's private number, and a woman picked it up...

Jessica's head buzzed, and her mind went empty. Chill and numbness crawled on her hands, and she

paled immediately.

"Hello? Are you there? Mr. Fletcher is taking a shower at this moment and can't answer the phone. If

you..."

Jessica never spoke again. The woman on the other end of the phone thought she was about to hang

up, so she hurriedly asked questions to make sure.

Jessica hung up the phone in a hurry.