Chapter 895:
Maximoâs jaw dropped.
âYour wife? Mr. Dawson, youâve gotta be joking, right?â
A chill settled over Bryanâs eyes.
âDo I look like Iâm in the mood for jokes now?â
Maximo gasped. Suddenly, everything clicked. No wonder Conroy had been so silent. Bryan wasnât here as his guestâhe was on Leylaâs side.
No wonder Leyla had been so confident.
A nervous sweat ran down Maximoâs forehead as he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. He sank back into his seat, the weight of the situation hitting him like a ton of bricks.
The meal progressed in awkward silence. Only Eileen and Gabriela ate well; Bryan barely touched his food.
After the meal, the servants of the Vazquez family packed Giannaâs and Conroyâs belongings. They threw everything into a waiting truck outside the mansion.
Leyla, who had paid for the truck, watched the scene with satisfaction.
âThose leeches have stolen enough from this family,â she said. âI donât want their trash. Let them have it!â
With no empty spaces left, the packing process descended into chaos. Items of all shapes and sizes were hastily tossed into the truck. Giannaâs lingerie, including her briefs and bras, were draped over the edge of the truck, fluttering in the breeze like colorful banners.
Fresh chapters uploaded on gαâηÏvðlsâ¤cøm âLift your head!â Gianna rebuked Conroy in a hushed tone. âThough weâre thrown out of the family, we need to leave with some dignity!â
No sooner had she spoken than two burly bodyguards approached, scooped her up, and unceremoniously tossed her into the truck.
Conroy suffered the same fate, being thrown into the truck with equal force. His bulky frame came crashing down directly on top of Gianna.
Gianna let out a loud yelp of pain as Conroyâs body fell on her. Though the truckâs walls concealed the impact, her anguished cry resonated through the air, echoing far and wide.
The truck started and left slowly.
The wedding guests of the Vazquez family left in silence, none of them brave enough to speak up, particularly after the bombshell news that Bryanâs wife was Eileen, which effectively quashed any potential objections.
As the servants did the cleaning, Leyla found herself alone in the courtyard, staring at the empty rooms around her.
âEileen, Iâve finally managed to shake off the burden that has been weighing me down for nearly two decades!â Leyla said.
âYes, youâre safe now. No one in the Vazquez family will dare to challenge you,â Eileen said as she stood next to Leyla. She couldnât help but feel a pang of sadness when she saw Leylaâs grey hair.
Leyla turned to her and nodded solemnly. âYes. From now on, I wonât listen to anyone except you!â
âWhat are you going to do next?â Eileen asked.
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