Chapter 526: Chapter 526

Jean Nash shook off his hand, very angry, she was even angrier at herself.

Even though this man had gone too far, she actually didn’t have the slightest thought of wanting to get rid of him.

She was Jean Nash, once there was someone who posed a threat to her, she would never show mercy.

"Shawn Yates, we’ve been over for a long time."

She took a step back, avoiding Shawn Yates’ reaching hand.

Hurt flashed in Shawn Yates’ eyes, and he pursed his lips.

"I don’t think so, Jean, actually, you don’t have no feelings for me at all."

Jean Nash lowered her head, picked up her bag from the side, and felt a bit deflated.

"You can send those things out if you want, I don’t care anymore, Shawn Yates, if I see those photos online, I’ll jump off the tallest building in Serenford right away, if you want me dead, just post the photos."

Shawn Yates’ eyes were red, and he seemed about to cry.

Clearly the two of them were fine before, clearly she was the one who first came to provoke him, why leave so cruelly.

She created their beginning, and cruelly threw it away.

Jean Nash had already left, Shawn Yates sat alone in the house, probably still feeling upset, just sitting on the floor, a bit unable to come back to his senses.

When Lan Yancy came in, this was the scene he saw.

A few people were pressing Shawn Yates, Shawn Yates didn’t react at all, just looked at them indifferently.

"If it’s a burglary, the card is in my wallet, the wallet is in front of the computer desk, the password is stuck on top, you go get it."

He didn’t want to struggle at all right now, only wanted to sleep.

Seeing him so despondent, Lan Yancy frowned.

"What’s your relationship with Jean Nash?"

They wanted to investigate Jean Nash, but Jean Nash’s previous records were too clean, they couldn’t find anything.

Shawn Yates raised his brows and took out a cigarette.

A flash of surprise flashed in Lan Yancy’s eyes, seeing this man’s appearance, he instantly understood, this was a man who had been dumped.

"What did you use to threaten her?"

Only then did Shawn Yates take a good look at Lan Yancy, curled the corners of his mouth.

"You can’t be Hugo Quinn’s people, can you? Dreaming if you think you can take the things I’ve used to threaten Jean from me!"

He called her Jean with every word, apparently, he still couldn’t let go of that woman.

Lan Yancy raised his eyebrows and had someone tie Shawn Yates up.

"Maybe you yourself are the thing that threatens her."

Shawn Yates began to laugh, laughing until tears came out, if Jean still cared about him a bit in her heart, she would not have gotten engaged to Hugo Quinn.

But he didn’t want to remind Lan Yancy, anyway, in the end, it would be for nothing.

Jean Nash had just returned to the villa, and her phone rang.

"Shawn Yates, I said, don’t come harassing me again!"

She thought it was Shawn Yates, pressed the answer button rudely.

Lan Yancy raised his eyebrows, took the voice changer on the side, and deliberately turned his voice into an old man’s voice.

"Miss Nash, Mr. Yates is now in our hands, if you want him to live, do as we say."

Jean Nash snorted coldly, tightening her fingers around the phone.

Shawn Yates was always very humble; he would never make enemies, obviously, they were targeting her.

"He’s only my ex-husband; you think you can threaten me with him?"

Lan Yancy opened the speakerphone and had someone punch Shawn Yates.

At first, Shawn Yates didn’t make a sound, but after being punched in the stomach, he grunted.

"Jean, you don’t have to worry about me, I’m fine, ugh!"

Instantly, Jean Nash’s heart was in her throat, a flash of fierceness in her eyes.

But soon, the light in her eyes slowly disappeared.

"I said, he’s only my ex-husband, whether he lives or dies is not my business, you’ve got the wrong person."

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

Hearing Jean Nash’s words while being beaten, Shawn Yates’s face seemed covered with shadow clouds, wanting to laugh but unable to.

Lan Yancy suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for this man, he sighed.

"It’s just a woman, what’s there to be sad about. Look, she’s already so heartless, you’re still holding on, what for?"

Shawn Yates’s eyes turned red, like a child who lost his beloved toy, sobbing.

"What do you know, I married her for three years, managed everything inside and out, I only wanted her to love me, need me; in the three years we were together, she never washed a dish, always acted willfully, I didn’t blame her, indulged her bottomlessly, yet that day she quietly left, leaving me a divorce agreement, I thought I had done enough..."

Shawn Yates lowered his head, heart tearing inside.

At first, Jean Nash was willing to give up the status, and lived abroad with him, those beautiful days without servants, the house just a bit over a hundred square meters, they lived the life of three meals a day like many mundane couples.

At that time, he thought Jean should at least like him.

Lan Yancy tossed and caught the phone casually.

He had a hunch, Jean Nash would definitely call back again, judging from Shawn Yates’s words, he could determine that Jean Nash didn’t have no feelings for this person.

Imagine, a man spent all his effort pampering you for three years, as a sensitive woman, how could she not be moved?

Jean Nash must care about Shawn Yates’s survival!

He was betting on it, so waited quietly here.

The night was getting darker, Jean Nash lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She heard sounds coming from the hallway, knew Hugo Quinn must have come back, surely he went to the hospital to accompany Marcus again.

She suddenly flipped open the quilt and went to Hugo Quinn’s room.

Water was coming from the bathroom; Jean Nash’s face turned red, through frosted glass, the view of his perfect body could be seen. The most update n0vels are published on novèlfire.net

She stood outside for a while, hands tightly clutching her clothes, if possible, she very much wanted to give herself.

Her fingers loosened, wanting to take off the dress, but a mysterious force always obstructed her.

Her hand struggled for a long time, still couldn’t undo the knot of the dress.

Deflated, she left the room and closed the door again.

Back in her own room, she lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Miss Nash, Mr. Yates is now in our hands, if you want him to live, do as I say."

The man’s voice always lingered in her mind, Jean Nash angrily threw the pillow down.

It was just a man she had abandoned, how could he have her so emotionally attached!

Her chest heaved violently, suddenly heard her door being knocked.

She asked cautiously, a flash of cold light in her eyes.

"It’s me, come out for a midnight snack."

It was Hugo Quinn’s voice, the person who never invited her to eat together before.

Her agitated emotions began to calm down, then she quickly put on shoes and ran to the door.