After Wesley was done setting up the phone, he slowly took off his coat and walked toward Catherine.
Catherine stared at his elegant face. Under the light, it looked ferocious and twisted like a demon.
This was the real Wesley.
She was so disgusted that a glance at him was enough to make her puke.
"Wait, I have one last question. Even if I die, let me die knowing,” Catherine said with a hint of despair.
"Okay, go ahead.” Wesley was in no rush. He looked like he was looking at a fish on the chopping board. That fish had already gone down without a fight and was only waiting to be slaughtered.
"Three years ago, did you approach me because you really liked me, or did you have other ulterior motives?"
Catherine could not help but say, "I don't believe someone like you would woo me purely out of love. Did you... already know that I'm Joel's daughter? Or were you aiming for Hudson Corporation from the start? You want to swallow up my company." "Ha. I'd say it's fifty-fifty."
Wesley's answer was ambiguous. "I sincerely liked you at first. However, I began to hate you when you turned to Shaun immediately after he framed me and put me in jail. Cathy, I loved you so much. What does Shaun have that I don't? Is it because he's Australia's wealthiest man? Well, too bad. He is so inferior now that he can only bow down at my feet. To me, squashing him is as easy as squashing an ant."
After he said that with a twisted smile, he pressed Catherine down on the bed.
"Did you know? On the night of our wedding day, he sent a video to me. You and Shaun made me feel the most humiliated in my entire life. Since he likes to send videos so much, let's record a performance and send it to him to watch too, okay? I want him to see how the woman he loves looks when she’s on me."
Catherine's heart was about to stop beating out of fear.
Her whole body trembled, but she forced herself to stay calm and dragged out the time. "Then why didn't you admit it when I asked you about it last time?"
"Wouldn't you suspect me if I admitted it? After all, no man could stand it. Do you understand?" Then, as if he had thought of something, Wesley slapped her face hard.
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