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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 1196
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“What’s wrong?” her companion asked, waving a hand in front of her face.

She pushed his hand away and shook her head. Looking again, she saw no sign of Shera.

“It’s nothing. I must have been seeing things.”

Shera couldn’t be here. It was inconceivable.

Resting her head on the counter, Rhea fished out her car keys from her handbag.

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“My headache is unbearable. Bring the car around,” she told her companion, who promptly left to do her bidding.

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As soon as he was gone, Rhea fell asleep.

In a shadowy booth, a young woman slowly lifted her head. She looked pale, almost sickly, and she wore an oddly out-of-place white bucket hat.

She glared at Rhea with a look of pure disdain before smirking at one of the two men sitting beside her.

“Mr. Ruiz, now’s your chance. Enjoy yourself.”

“Ha ha.”

The corpulent man stood up and looked lasciviously at Rhea’s unconscious form. Feeling his body temperature rise, he made his way to the bar counter, picked up the sleeping Rhea, and headed for the elevator.

He’d already reserved a room upstairs.

Back in the booth, Ryan picked up a glass of wine, swirled it around, and turned to the young woman.

“I thought when you returned you’d inform Marcus about the years of torment you’ve endured.”

The woman touched her chilly wrist where blue veins were visibly raised.

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“ALL the suffering I’ve endured can be credited to my sister. I owe her a ‘gift.'”

It was unthinkable that Rhea had manipulated a car accident as part of a cruel schjust to snatch that man from her sister. After proclaiming to the world that her sister died in the crash, Rhea sent her dying sister abroad, confining her in a freezing, pitch-black basement.

“So, what’s our next move?” she asked while swirling her glass of fruit wine.

Ryan slid an envelope across the table.

“What’s this?”

Taking the envelope, she examined the photographs inside. They were pictures of Millie.

“She’s Marcus’s wife. You should know about her.”

Her lips tightened. Millie in the photos looked radiant, her features soft and her skin glowing, a stark contrast to her own sun-deprived, pale complexion.