FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: Boneheads

“Fair enough. Do you at least know her husband’s name?” Tina wasn’t about to back down.

Joanna let out of frustrated sigh. “No. What is your point exactly?”

“She isn’t married” Tina blew into the tissue in her hands noisily. “She only tells us what she wants us to believe. I understand her step sister cheated on her with her fiance and she might be doing all of this just to get back at them. For all we know she could have purchased that ring to taunt her ex.”

“That is possible.” Joanna slowly nodded her head,

“Moreover, Amelia is f*cking rich. She can buy anything she wants in the world,” Tina said, her tone tinged with envy. “She can easily sway anyone’s heart to like her. This makes her a threat to me. Blaze is the only man I have ever loved and will continue to love. I can’t let her take him away from me. I can’t stand her being beside him. If Blaze’s mother already likes her, she will recommend her to her son. I can’t let that happen. Please, help me talk to Amelia. Tell her to stay away from Blaze and his mom. This is all I ask.”

Tina cried harder, hoping she would win Joanna’s help and trust.

“Fine.” Joanna blew out forced air through her mouth. “Just stop crying. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.” Tina threw her arms around Joanna’s neck, shedding more tears on the latter’s shoulder.

“I haven’t made any promise yet,” Joanna stressed. “I just need to verify that Amelia isn’t married. If she’s married, it’s a win-win for you because she would never cheat on her husband. But if she isn’t, then I’ll plead with her to stay away from Blaze. Is that fair enough?”

“Yes. Thank you.” Tina pulled away, a grateful smile spreading on her lips.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s fix your face. You look like a scary crybaby.” Joanne teased going for more tissue.

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After Blaze and Amelia left the event hall, with Amelia’s bodyguard closely following behind, Gwen and Jerry also stood up and discretely followed them, unaware that they were being monitored.

Keeping a safe distance while acting as a touring couple exploring the magnificent hotel, Gwen and Jerry trailed their targets like detectives seeking answers to a crime committed. They watched as Blaze led Amelia towards an elevator, instead of going to the hotel lobby exit like every other normal guest leaving the venue.

“I said it. He is probably taking her to a hotel room to f*ck her. Amelia is such a f*cking whore.” Gwen whispered, sneering at the disappearing couple. She had secretly taken enough pictures of Blaze holding Amelia by the waist and couldn’t wait to show her dad what his little slut of a princess had become overnight.

“Let’s not jump to conclusion,” Jerry said in a deadpan tone, clenching his fist at the thought of another man banging his Amelia. “Let’s just follow them and find out if they are lodged in this hotel.”

“Sure,” Gwen replied, masking her excitement with a sly grin.

Although Jerry barely knew much about Blaze Anderson’s private life, he was greatly troubled by a possible alliance between Amelia and this ruthless CEO who had managed to carve out a niche for himself in both the business and underworld.

“Which suite do you think he’s taking her to?” Gwen asked, craning her neck to see them enter the elevator.

“There is only one way to find out.” Jerry pulled Gwen away from blowing their cover. He waited for the elevator door to slide shut before he hurried down the hall to see where the ascending elevator would stop.”

“Eighteenth floor.” Jerry pulled Gwen to the next elevator and pressed the open button. They got in and we were about to shut the door when another couple hurried to the closing door.

“Please, hold the door for us.” A fair slim lady with a cute baby face and jet black hair pulled up in a ponytail, said pleadingly pulling her lover by the wrist.

They were both dressed in casual outfits and looked like resident guests of the hotel.

“Sure.” Jerry held the door until the couple got in.

“Thank you.” The nerd-looking partner of the lady said politely.

“You’re welcome.

“We’re going to the eighteenth floor. What number should we punch for you?” The lady asked in a cute voice.

“Coincidentally, we are also going to the same floor.” Gwen chimed sweetly.

“Oh…wow, how nice.” The lady punched the said floor number and the door slid shut.

Both Gwen and Jerry exchanged amused glances as the elevator started ascending.

As Jerry leisurely assessed the slim lady’s firm backside, he felt a sharp prick on his neck. “What the f*ck!” He raised his hand to his neck only to bring out a needle-like object.

“Ouch!” Gwen cried at the same time in a tiny voice, gripping Jerry on the wrist, her terrified eyes looking up at him in confusion. “Did you…..” She suddenly felt drowsy as her knees gave way under her weight, causing her to fall on Jerry.

Jerry who was also feeling the same way, looked up at the slim lady and her partner who were now facing him and grinning devilishly as he fell on his knees with Gwen slumping on the elevator floor.

“Who the f*ck are you….” Jerry slurred his last three words as everything around him suddenly turned dark. He slumped on the floor beside his wife in a disheveled heap.

“Wakey! Wakey, bonehead.” A gruff deep voice echoed.

“Ahh!!!” Jerry jolted from what he thought was a terrifying nightmare as a stifling electrical current surged through his blood, causing him to tremble vigorously.

“Jerry!” Gwen, who was already awake and scared out of her wit cried out in a muffled voice, her cheeks covered with two bold hand prints.

Jerry, who thought he was having a scary nightmare widened his eyes to the real nightmares standing in front of him in the form of a hefty-looking man, whose arms and back were covered in different medival gothic tattoos.

“I will only ask you one question. If you give me a wrong answer, then you will sing for me.” The man said leisurely as though he was chatting over a coffee table.