Chapter 351
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

The butler put on a serious face as he echoed her charade. âWhile Mr. Payne is decent, we canât say the same for everyone else. Miss, itâs likely he was tricked. That woman has no shame. She not only assumes the role of a mistress but also squanders your fiancéâs money. Worse, she dares to provoke you openly.â
The audience in the live stream responded to the duoâs deliberate exchange with simmering anger, clamoring for a view to see this so-called audacious mistress in question.
Inside the No. 2 private room, Kallie hadnât known she was being slandered as a mistress yet.
The harp was delivered to the No. 2 private room. Lenny cradled the carefully wrapped harp, ready to leave. Mr. Jack shot him a look.
Catching the hint, Lenny abruptly halted.
Lenny hesitated and then reluctantly placed the ancient harp before Kallie as per Mr. Jackâs silent request. Caught off guard, Kallie waved her hands vigorously, saying, âMr. Jack, I canât accept this.â
Mr. Jack glanced at the harp and responded in a nonchalant tone, âJust take it. Itâs only a couple of million. No biggie.â
Kallie widened her eyes in surprise. âBut you paid fifty million for it. I canât accept it, even if you insist.â
Mr. Jack observed her earnest expression and burst into laughter. âHold on. I havenât finished yet. Remember the business issue I wanted you to take care of for me? If it doesnât pull in fifty million by next month, youâll need to cover the shortfall. Itâs a tough ask, but you did agree. Maybe you should reconsider whether to take this harp or not.â
Assuming Mr. Jack meant his words, Kallie clenched her teeth in frustration and questioned, âWhy didnât you mention this earlier?â
Mr. Jack shrugged and unapologetically replied, âIt slipped my mind before. So, consider the harp my apology. You still remember you owe me a life-saving favor, right? Donât tell me youâve regretted having agreed to my condition.â
Kallieâs almost blurted-out response was choked off by his words.
Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Kallie grasped the harp from the table and signaled her bodyguard to push her wheelchair out.
Gal n o v el s . com is your destination for fiction Once Kallie left the room, Lenny muttered under his breath, frustrated, âYou splurged on her, aiming to please her, yet you masked it with your sly words. Why?â
Mr. Jack nonchalantly lifted Lennyâs collar and snapped, âCut the crap, or youâll be sent to Yaeloth and endure exhausting training under Edgarâs watchful eyes.â Lenny clamped his mouth shut reluctantly.
Fuming, Kallie returned to her residence. Having believed in Mr. Jackâs words, her frustration was palpable. Yet, she found herself unable to do much. Were all wealthy people so manipulative? Doubts began to creep in. Perhaps Mr. Jack wasnât Jake. Jake wouldnât do such a thing to her, no matter the circumstances.
Back at the villa, Tyrone and Sophie were enjoying their time together, having fun in the garden. Sophieâs voice was nearly back to normal, though she still preferred silence. Yet, the duoâs happiness was evident in their beaming faces, a crystal-clear scene even from Kallieâs vantage point on the balcony.
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