Hunting for His EX-Wife

Soon, another woman walked in the door.

Stefan’s eyes were dark. When his gaze swept over Hollie, there was a cold look in his eyes.

Jane walked to Martha, knowing that the show was ending.

She said slowly and seriously, “This morning, after you all left, I saw Joann sneaking out of the villa. I was curious, so I followed her to the next villa… Later I found that she had sneaked into Ms. Doyle’s room.”

“I was afraid that she was planning something bad, so I told Ms. Doyle about it. And I don’t know what happened later. Fortunately, Ms. Doyle is okay. Someone is really malicious and malevolent.”

After listening to Jane’s explanation, Joann opened her mouth to refute.

“That’s utter bullshit! She … she brought me a glass of water. That water is spiked, or I wouldn’t be like this!”

Her voice was too weak to hear clearly. And at the moment, even if someone heard her, he or she would not take what she said seriously.

After all, it was Joann who did evil things first, and she deserved any punishment!

Stefan looked at Joann with a deep and icy gaze.

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‘Everyone here knows that Joann is brought here by Hollie. Now that something like this has happened, naturally, Hollie is more or less involved in it.’

At the thought of this, Stefan’s eyes darkened and his lips were pressed into a grim line.

Martha looked at Joann, who was lying on the floor with her mouth being opened and closed, trying to say something but without the strength to do so.

She curled her red lips and looked blandly at Hollie, who was standing behind Stefan, and said in a lazy tone, “I just give her a taste of her own medicine.”

Joann was indeed a good scapegoat, but the way Hollie covered up her dirty tricks was very lousy.

From Martha’s standpoint, she disdained to used such dirty tricks.

After saying this, Martha looked at Rhys, and her red lips parted slightly, “I’m tired and want to go to my room to rest. Mr. Williams, can you give me a different room? I don’t want to be spied on again.”

Rhys’ lips curled slightly and he responded with a smile, “Of course.”

And then he took out his cell phone. After his long, slender fingers quickly tapped on the phone, he made a call to the manager.

The phone was soon answered and Rhys’ cold voice rang out, “Change Ms. Doyle’s room immediately. Also, have security come and throw Joann out.”

Without waiting for the manager to answer, Rhys hung up the phone.

Martha’s eyes were downcast slightly, and she did look a little tired.

This farce seemed to be over, but she knew that Stefan would “settle the score” with her later.

It made sense. She had just used him as a pawn, which disgusted him more or less.

At this moment, Joann, who was lying on the floor, heard Rhys’ words and panicked.

She knew that she would be so dead if she was thrown out of the villa.

She had been drugged. Being alone on an island, she would…

She shook her head helplessly, not daring to imagine what would happen to her.

Joann braced herself and crawled forward a few steps, tugging on Hollie’s skirt.

“Hollie, help me. Please help me.”

Hollie frowned and looked down at the woman crouched at her feet with disgust in her eyes.

She bent down, prized open Joann’s hand with force, and flinched.

“How do you want me to help you? After what just happened, I don’t want to have anything more to do with you.”

Joann sucked in a cold breath, knowing that Hollie was definitely not going to help her when she said that.

For a moment, she wanted to tell everything.

But after seeing a warning look from Hollie, she relented.

If she did not want to be thrown out and bullied, now she could only beg Martha.

Joann’s eyes flashed with resentment before she gritted her teeth and crawled towards Martha on her knees.

Without dignity, she no longer cared about anything.

She knelt in front of Martha with a pleading face, looking at Martha in front of her with a pleading gaze for forgiveness.

“Martha … No, Ms. Doyle, Mrs. Harrison … I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have set you up.”

“I shouldn’t have lost my mind and done this kind of thing … I know I’m wrong. Can you, can you forgive me this time? I beg you. I … I beg you!”

Martha looked indifferent in the face of Joann’s begging for mercy.

The way Joann pretended to be pitiful didn’t arouse her sympathy and even disgusted her.

Martha suddenly chuckled, with mockery in her voice and a cold look in her eyes…

“Do you think I will be softened and forgive you as long as you beg for mercy?”