Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100: People from the Mortgage Company Downstairs Insist on Seeing President Clark Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100: People from the Mortgage Company Downstairs Insist on Seeing President Clark In the Hospital, she had impulsively committed an unforgivable cri.
Because of that, she had to be bound to such a selfish man for life.
Juliet Jordan had never wished for ti to reverse as she did at this mont.
If ti could reverse, she definitely wouldn’t believe this man’s one-sided story again, let alone collude with him to do those shady deeds!
“What did you say?” Jacob Clark didn’t expect Juliet Jordan to speak to him so rudely, questioning her with red-rimd eyes!
Juliet Jordan had been at her limit with him for a long ti, and she enunciated every word, “I said, it was never up to you to choose, neither Matheo Lewis nor I ever planned to take you!”
Matheo Lewis saw through this man, she was foolish not to and that’s why she ended up like this today!
“Slap!” Jacob Clark slapped her again, hissing through clenched teeth, “Slut!”
Ever since Jasmine Clark disappeared, and the company was acquired, his moods had been extrely volatile, with occasional outbursts directed at her.
Now, he resorted to hitting her at the slightest provocation.
Juliet Jordan’s face burned with a searing pain, but it was nothing compared to the agony in her heart, beyond endurance, no more need to tolerate! She furiously lunged at him across the room, “Jacob Clark, I’ll fight you to the end!”
Although she wasn’t as strong as Jacob Clark, her crazed state and sharp, long fingernails quickly left scratch marks on his face!
Jacob Clark, pained by the scratches, rcilessly grabbed her hair in retaliation, “You crazy woman! Let go!”
Juliet Jordan’s forty years of grace shattered in that mont, she was like a shrew, not caring about her pain at all, fighting as if it were a matter of life and death!
“Let go? Can I even let go now? You deceived , ruined my life, and now you ask to let go! I’m telling you, Jacob Clark! It’s not over between us! If you can’t treat with respect, then we can just tornt each other to the bitter end, seeing who will break first!”
“After all, we both hold each other’s dirty secrets, no one can get rid of the other in this lifeti!”
Jacob Clark’s face was scratched again.
Pain made him nearly explode with rage, and just at that mont, a servant ran up in a panic from downstairs, “President Clark, Madam!”
Before the two could separate, the servant had already burst into the study.
Seeing their disheveled state, the servant paused in shock.
President Clark and Madam were fighting?
She clicked her tongue, her gaze resting on Jacob Clark’s polo shirt, which had lost a button from the scuffle, and couldn’t help but stare. Who would have thought that the Madam, usually so dignified, fought no differently than her when it ca down to it.
Then she saw Juliet Jordan’s clearly visible slap mark and her disheveled hair tugged in all directions, and her eyes filled with sympathy.
She often fought with her Husband, but he mostly gave in to her, at most yelling a few tis or pushing her away.
She had never encountered a man like President Clark, who would hit his Wife.
Surely, wealthy n don’t necessarily make good husbands.
Compared to President Clark, her Husband might be poor, but he was better, at least he didn’t hit her.
Nothing made Juliet Jordan feel more embarrassed and humiliated than a servant’s sympathetic gaze, especially the sympathy of a servant, taking her embarrassnt to an extre!
She pursed her lips tightly and asked first, “What’s all the panic about? What’s happening?”
The servant snapped back to reality and said, “There are a few people downstairs who claim to be from the mortgage company insisting on seeing President Clark.”
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