Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend-Chapter 279: She Was Jealous

Hilla looked at Lori, who was standing at the door, and forced a smile, trying to look natural, "Ms. Gilmore? Please come in!"

Only then did Lori come to herself. She nodded at Hilla but stayed put. It seemed that she was full of uneasiness.

Lori had never seen such a gorgeous villa. She was dazzled by the light of the crystal lamp above her head.

She thought that this kind of house would only appear on TV.

Now she was standing in this house, and there were two beautiful and noble women in front of her. They looked like the Princesses in fairy tales.

Lori looked at Hilla, then at Margaret. Then she shook her head forcefully.

"No. It’s OK."

"Just do as Hilla told you. Why do you look so scared? Are we bullying you?"

Margaret looked at Lori at the door. Lori had a delicate face and bright eyes. She was petite and slim, looking like a frightened deer. That was what a pretentious girl would look like as the novels said.

Margaret was unhappy. "She’s really good at pretending. She could fool Hilla but not me. I have learned a lot from the novels." Margaret thought.

She knew all kinds of fake girls, but they had something in common. They would pretend to be pitiful to gain sympathy, and then gradually won the heart of the man. After that, she would make trouble for the hostess while pretending to be a good girl.

She knew all the tricks, so she was particularly disdainful of women who pretended to be weak.

Margaret’s unfriendly tone startled Lori. Lori took a step back and then quickly went forward, "No, no!"

Lori bit her lips with her face pale and her hands digging into the gap in her pants. She said in a low voice, "I have never seen such a beautiful house, so I’m a little nervous. I’m sorry!"

Lori’s eyes were slightly red. Margaret looked at her sullen face and was immediately angry.

Wasn’t Lori a typical fake?

How could Bruce hook up with this kind of woman? He had no taste.

Lori was nothing when compared to Hilla. She suspected that Bruce had gone crazy during the period of his disappearance.

"Margaret, what are you doing?"

Hilla tugged at Margaret, who looked fierce. Hilla felt both angry and amused.

The woman came to look for Hilla’s husband. Then Hilla should be the one to get angry. But Margaret seemed more furious than her.

Hilla intended to put on a dignified and serious face, but because of what Margaret did, Hilla couldn’t do so.

"Bruce hasn’t returned yet. Chase her out."

Margaret whispered to Hilla. Their whispering made Lori more uneasy and helpless.

Lori pursed her lips and said weakly, "Excuse me, is Mr. Anderson here?"

So, Lori did come to look for Bruce.

Hilla couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.

She believed in Bruce, but when there was a woman who came for him, she had to admit that she could not be so indifferent, calm, and fearless. She was still an ordinary woman.

She cared about Bruce and cherished their marriage, so she was afraid that a woman would cause a threat to their relationship.

She didn’t feel comfortable. She clearly knew that Bruce and Lori did not have an affair, but she just couldn’t take it easy.

A woman in love might become narrow-minded. Hilla couldn’t help but be extremely wary of the woman who was with Bruce.

She didn’t know if this was her instinct or if she was a small-minded woman.

"Are you looking for Bruce? He hasn’t returned yet. Why don’t you come over and take a seat?"

Hilla tried to smile as gently as possible and remove all the bad assumptions in her mind.

Margaret could not help but roll her eyes and coldly snorted. She looked at Lori with an "I knew it" look.

"No, thanks. I’m all wet. I’d better stand here."

Lori forcefully waved her hand, as if she would stain the place.

The marble on the ground was so bright that it could reflect her shadow. She wondered if she had come at the wrong time. Or maybe she should not have come here.

"It doesn’t matter. Come and have a seat. Thanks to your care, Bruce came back safe and sound. He must have disturbed your life in the past few months. Would you mind telling me what happened in those months?"

Hilla was really nice, and her voice was exceptionally gentle.

Margaret was a little angry at first, wondering why Hilla has such a good attitude

towards Lori. Hearing Hilla’s words, Margaret suddenly had an idea.

Hilla was so clever. When Lori pretended to be pitiful, Hilla pretended to be the magnanimous hostess.

After that, Hilla could inquire about what had happened to Bruce in the past few months. Only by knowing the enemy and knowing oneself, could the man fight a hundred battles without defeat.

As expected, Hilla was the wise heroine.

Margaret gave Hilla a satisfied expression. She patted Hilla on the shoulder and said, "Hilla, do your best!"

Hilla was confused by Margaret’s mysterious expression.

But Hilla was obviously more curious about Lori than Margaret. Hilla only wanted to know what had happened between Bruce and Lori in the past few months.

"Margaret, can you go back to your room first? I want to have a private talk with Ms. Gilmore."

Margaret thought, "Hilla is going to make a big move."

Margaret was so excited. Although she was very interested in the following story, she obeyed Hilla considerately.

"I’ll go to the crystal room outside to read a book. You guys have a good chat. Take your time!"

Margaret giggled with a hint of craftiness in her eyes.

Hilla frowned as she noticed Margaret’s strange and unpredictable emotions.

Margaret seemed to have misunderstood something.

The crystal room in the small garden was filled with the modern novels that Hilla had read before. Margaret felt that she needed to review the plot and find a heroine in the same situation as Hilla.

Hilla looked strangely at Margaret who was leaving happily. Even Lori was confused by Margaret’s change. Lori quietly looked at Margaret.

"Is Miss Anderson insane?" Lori thought.

Lori’s lowered her head and felt Margaret walking past her.

Margaret didn’t care what Hilla and Lori thought. She just wanted to know how the hostess could kick off the fake with a comprehensive victory.

However, the moment she stepped out of the door, Bruce’s car pulled into the mansion. Bruce got out of the car with a cold face!

...

Seeing Bruce return, Margaret subconsciously turned around to look at the tightly shut door behind her.

What a coincidence!

Hilla was just about to lose her temper when Bruce returned. Like what was written in the romantic novel, Bruce saw the woman crying in front of the female protagonist as soon as he pushed open the door. The woman looked as if she had suffered endless grievances.

Or maybe because the heroine couldn’t stand the phony woman’s provocation, she beat up the woman. In the end, the leading man happened to see this scene when he came back. Then he misunderstood the heroine and felt pity for the woman. Wasn’t this an exact plot of a typical romantic novel?

Margaret pounded her chest. She didn’t believe that Bruce would meet the plot of the romantic novel.

Sure enough, Lori applied an effective strategy that she came at the right time.

It was at that time that Hilla and Lori stayed together. If something happened to Lori inside, Hilla wouldn’t be able to explain what happened.

Suddenly, Margaret regretted coming out. She should have stayed by Hilla’s side and exposed Lori to Hilla at any time.

"Bruce!"

The moment Bruce got out of the car, he saw a figure rushing towards him.

He subconsciously took the umbrella and held it for Margaret.

Seeing Margaret running over, he frowned and glanced at the house behind Margaret.

When he did not see the familiar figure, his eye became dull. He whispered, "Don’t you know it’s raining? Why are you out at night? Where’s Hilla?"

He thought that Margaret was waiting outside for him because something had happened to Hilla, and his expression immediately turned serious. He was about to walk into the house when Margaret pulled him back.

Margaret touched her wet hair. The drizzle was nothing to her at all.

"Bruce, why are you in such a hurry?"

He wanted to rush into the house as soon as he came back. Was he thinking about the little fairy in the house?

Margaret felt aggrieved for Hilla.

"Bruce, don’t you want to talk to me when you look at me?"

Bruce glanced at Margaret who looked annoyed, and his eyes darkened.

"No!"

It was late at night, and there was still a hazy spring rain outside. What was there to talk about in the courtyard?

Bruce looked in the direction of the house and said in a deep voice, "Who came to our house?"

Margaret wondered why Bruce had such strong insight?

"Who else could it be? Of course, it’s your dear savior."

"She saved your life. You just gave her a VIP card without asking if she liked it. Maybe she didn’t want money but wanted to get someone. She wanted you to marry her?"

Margaret’s words sounded particularly unpleasant. Bruce looked at Margaret and silently frowned. Where did she learn this demonic tone from?

Bruce ignored her. He turned around and walked into the house. Seeing that, Margaret did not want to hesitate but quickly catch up with Bruce.

A real drama was about to happen.

"Hey, Bruce, your umbrella, don’t you see it’s raining? I’m soaked."

Although the rain was not heavy, Margaret said loudly, for she wanted the people in the room to hear it.

"Bruce, you don’t have to worry. I see that Hilla is not angry. She is smiling at Lori."

Bruce stopped and turned around, looking at Margaret’s face, which made Margaret stunned.

"Is Hilla not angry?"

"Maybe... No. She invited Lori to sit in the room and wait for you. They looked quite friendly and chatted!"

Like friends? Could he believe that his wife could chat casually when she met a strange visitor?

They had married for a period of time. He knew Hilla very well.

At that time, because of Rita, Hilla went back to the countryside, let alone Lori who suddenly came looking for her with unknown motives.

Bruce’s expression was clearly very serious, and for a moment, he looked very gloomy.

He looked at the villa door not far away with some hesitation. Now he didn’t want to go back home.

"Bruce, what’s wrong?"

Looking at Bruce’s serious expression, Margaret’s voice became softer.

Margaret once again looked at him, but it was not as gloomy as before His black eyes became deeper.

After a while, Bruce pursed his lips and called, "Margaret".

"Bruce, why are you calling me by my nickname? Didn’t you promise not to call me by this name?"

When Margaret heard how Bruce addressed her, she almost jumped up. Every time she heard this name, she felt as if she was stupid.

"In a while, if Hilla is angry and wants to leave home, you must stop her!"

Looking at Bruce’s tightened jaw, Margaret was stunned. After a while, she figured out Bruce’s words.

However, before she could laugh at Bruce, Bruce added, "There’s no need to stop her. Just fall to the ground and drag her legs."

"Hold on tight!"

The last words were a warning to her.

His eyes clearly indicated that he would break your legs if she couldn’t stop Hilla.

Margaret suddenly felt a chill under her legs and looked at Bruce with fear.

He was too shameless!

He annoyed his wife, but he asked others to stop her.

As his sister, she would do as he said. Otherwise, she wouldn’t do such an embarrassing thing.

"Bruce, if I can’t keep her, can you keep her by yourself?"

Margaret spoke softly and carefully, but before she could finish her sentence, she received a cold glare from Bruce.

Margaret laughed and said, "There’s no need to ask Mr. Anderson to deal with such a trivial matter. I can handle it with one hand. I have just gained some weight. I absolutely can drag Hilla."

Bruce let out a satisfied grunt before walking towards the villa.

The living room.

The two women sat opposite each other. Hilla smiled and handed over a glass of warm milk.

"Drink some to warm your body. It’s a bit cold outside."

"Thank you!"

Lori held the cup and carefully took a sip, then she looked at Hilla and quickly said, "Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t come here for any other reason. You know that Mr. Anderson stayed with me for a few months. When he left, he dropped a card. I think

this card is very precious, so I want to return it. Really, I’m telling the truth!"

Lori’s eyes were full of tension and sincerity, as if afraid that Hilla would not believe it.

Hilla smiled and said indifferently, "It doesn’t matter. He left the card for you as a reward. Just take it. I just want to know how you did in the past months!"

They had been alone for a few months. Hilla felt a bit uncomfortable when she thought of the days when she was alone with Bruce.

She admitted that she was jealous about their staying together.