Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Harry’s eyelid twitched. Thankfully, he dealt with her before the call came in, or he would be in trouble. 

The phone rang for a long time and finally disconnected. After a pause, the phone rang again. 

Harry wanted to throw it away but thought it would give away where he kicked her. He decided to take the phone back and discard it when the battery was drained. 

The phone kept ringing. Harry turned the phone to silent, dressed himself, and walked to the edge. He glanced down. It was high. Death was certain. Too bad he couldn’t play with her. Harry remained there for a while leaving, feeling assured. 

***** 

Walter called Clara three times but they went unanswered. Why wasn’t she answering? What did she want? 

Walter’s heart skipped a beat. Uneasiness filled him. He frowned and returned to the private room. 

Tamara noticed Walter had been restless. He even got up to make a call on the terrace. She eavesdropped but didn’t hear him. She was nervous. ‘Is it related to Clara? How did things go on Harry’s side?‘ 

Seeing Walter’s frown, Tamara asked, “Walter, what’s wrong? Who did you call?” 

Walter glanced at her. “You ask too much. I’m leaving. I’ve got something on.” He walked to the sofa and picked up his jacket. 

Tamara hurriedly stopped him. “Sorry, Walter. I didn’t mean anything by it.” She had finally arranged for him to have dinner with her father. “Please don’t leave. Dad will be here soon. He has always wanted to talk to you about the project. He’s just caught in a bad jam.” 

Walter hesitated. He put down his jacket. A gleam flashed in his dark eyes. Since Clara didn’t answer, it probably wasn’t urgent. He couldn’t delay his plan. “Fine.” Walter sat down. 

Tamara was relieved. If Walter left, she would be in trouble. Her family once dominated in Zwingenrath, but their finances weren’t good lately. They desperately needed to cooperate with Walter, who would invest and secure a major project. 

Tamara’s phone vibrated then. It was a text message. Tamara spoke, “I need to use the washroom, Walter.” With an innocent smile, Tamara got up. 

Locking the bathroom door, Tamara took out her phone. Harry had sent, [Done.] 

Tamara was delighted. Still, she called Harry. “What does it mean? Is she dead?” 

Harry smiled. “Relax. No one could survive such a fall.” 

“You sure? The bitch seems to have called. Her phone is still on,” Tamara asked, lowering her voice further. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“I’ve got the phone. It’s been ringing but I didn’t answer it. I’ll dispose of it when the battery runs out. 

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4:13 PM E 

Transfer the rest of the money to me now,” Harry told her. 

“Sure.” Tamara hung up and did the transaction. 

Walter had indeed called Clara just now. Fortunately, Harry did his job. 

Tamara sneered. The bitch was finally dead. She could finally relax. 

Tamara checked herself in the mirror and walked out with the most gentle smile she could muster. 

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