Infatuated with my Ex-wife

Chapter 62: A Heinous Plot

Suddenly, Irene's phone rang.

Edward glanced at it and saw that it was Sofia, Irene's mother. He never thought that Sofia would still

have the nerve to call Irene. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

He wasn't fond of his mother-in-law. It wasn't that he held any prejudice against her, but he simply

couldn't hold his feelings back whenever he thought of how Sofia treated Irene.

Not once did she fulfill her duty as a mother to Irene. In fact, she had never treated her own biological

daughter the way she treated Beth and Tristan.

"Irene, you'd better hurry up and return to the Jones family! Otherwise, I'll cut off your mother's fingers

one by one." The one who spoke was not Sofia, but the cruel Tristan.

Tristan had just gambled away the money belonging to the Jones company, and he had absolutely no

means of paying it back. The loan sharks would come to collect his debt tomorrow, so he had secretly

transferred the salary of the employees into his account.

In an attempt to appease the employees that had begun to cause trouble, Tristan told them that the

Jones family would soon unite with the Wilson family, and the debt would be settled. Just like that, he

borrowed the fame of the Wilson family for his own benefit.

"I see... In that case, I'll attend to things when I return," Edward said coldly, his voice causing chills to

run down Tristan's back.

"Mr. Wilson! I-I didn't mean to say that! I meant to ask Irene if she could come pay a visit to Aunt Sofia.

She's quite sick, and she can barely move her fingers," Tristan said in a desperate attempt to salvage

the situation.

He got quite the shock when he realized it was Edward who answered the phone.

"Got it," Edward said before he hung up the phone.

He didn't want to waste his breath speaking with the good-for-nothing Tristan. Moreover, he didn't want

Irene to be affected by the Jones family again.

Edward wanted to settle matters with the insufferable Jones family once and for all. Recently, he

noticed that they had been using the reputation of the Wilson family to do some questionable things.

For example, they lied to their staff that the two companies will merge, and that the owed wages would

all be settled soon.

Were they not using the Wilson family name for their own benefit? In the past, Edward turned a blind

eye to their actions, but as they continued to behave more brazenly, he needed to put an end to this

once and for all.

"Edward, what happened? You seem... upset?" Irene asked tentatively. As soon as she came out of the

bathroom, she saw the cold expression on Edward's face as he sat on the sofa. Where did his joy from

earlier disappear to?

She had only been gone for just a few minutes...

"It's nothing, Irene. Let's pay Grandma and Mom a visit!" Edward said gently, his coldness from earlier

nonexistent.

When Irene was taking her afternoon nap, Edward took the opportunity to deal with the Jones family.

He didn't want to let Irene know, for they had never shown concern for her, only using her to achieve

their nasty goals.

He didn't want the Jones family to bother Irene anymore. So he would do whatever it took for her to

continue living a happy life, free from the pressure of the Jones family.

However, things didn't always go the way he wanted.

"Mr. Wilson, you've arrived. Please have a seat. Beth, come pour a cup of tea for our esteemed guest,"

Tristan said, buttering up to him as though he was serving a king.

Beth was so happy because she could finally see the handsome and rich man of her dreams. Her

chances of seducing him would also increase with each meeting.

She was sure that her beauty and talents would tempt Edward. After all, who would be able to resist

when the perfect opportunity presented itself? Some celebrities said they weren't interested in love, yet

they were still caught in scandals.

Besides, a rich man like Edward would surely be self-indulgent. Since Irene was pregnant, it must have

been a while since he let out his frustrations.

"Oh no! I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson. You haven't been scalded, have you? Here, let me wipe you down," Beth

said as she reached out to clean the front of his shirt that she had deliberately spilled tea on.

As Beth wiped his shirt, she pressed her fingers sensually against his chest, obviously trying to seduce

him. In fact, Edward was aware that this pair of siblings were not good people. He just wanted to see

how far they would actually go.

When Beth noticed how Edward didn't refuse her advances and continued to allow her hand to linger

on his chest, she celebrated in her mind. Her intuition was right after all—there was an innate desire to

cheat in every man.

She thought that she had successfully seduced him. Tristan knew what his sister was thinking when he

saw how she splashed water on Edward's clothes.

This wasn't a bad idea. If Beth's plan worked, he would have a rich brother-in-law in the future.

"Oh my, Mr. Wilson, your clothes are all wet. Let me take you to change into my brother's clothes," Beth

said in an extremely amorous voice as she leaned close to Edward's chest.

She was sure that Edward had taken the bait. It was now time to carry out the final blow.

Just as the siblings began to rejoice, Edward suddenly stood up in anger.

"You're disgusting. Just look at yourself, someone like you even has the guts to try and seduce me?

Are you trying to make me puke instead?" Edward said as he looked down on Beth. Disgust and

indifference were plainly written on his face, and nobody dared to speak.

Beth had been squatting earlier, so she fell to the ground unceremoniously when Edward stood up and

was very embarrassed.

"It's not like that, Mr. Wilson," Beth cried as she begged, tears filling her eyes. She looked like an

innocent lamb to anyone else who saw her, accountable to nothing at all.

But he wouldn't fall for her schemes, for this wasn't the first time she attempted to seduce him. Edward

could easily tell what kind of character a person was with just one look.

"Hmmph, did I misunderstand you? Tell me, did you not use the reputation of the Wilson family and

Irene's marriage to your own selfish benefit? After all that you've both done, you shouldn't need me to

recite your own deeds!" yelled Edward.

As he spoke, he glared at the siblings with such intensity that if looks could kill, they'd be dead. He

figured that if he didn't deal with them severely this time, they might push their luck even more next

time.

"Mr. Wilson, please save us. Do it for Irene. I-If I can't pay them tomorrow, those loan sharks will

dismember my hands and feet," said Tristan.

He kept begging Edward shamelessly, as though he had caught hold of a life-line. He would do

anything in his power to hold onto it.

Tristan and Beth were both kneeling in front of Edward.

At first, he wanted to use Sofia to force Irene to ask Edward for money, because he knew that she was

very filial and would not neglect her own mother. But as it turned out, Edward came here alone.

So he came up with another plan last minute—Beth was to seduce Edward. He believed that all men

would cheat, and Irene was pregnant, so she could not satisfy him.

"Irene no longer has anything to do with your family. Whatever deal you made with the loan sharks

have nothing to do with us. Get your hands off me, and don't bother Irene anymore," Edward said as he

shoved their grabby hands away.

But what Edward did not know was that at this moment, someone was taking photos of them on a

skyscraper opposite theirs.

The crisis was slowly approaching.

The photographer was hired by Eric. In fact, the real winner in this situation was him. He was the one

who deliberately hired those loan sharks. And when Tristan was gambling, his men had already set

failure up for him behind the scenes.

Eric wanted Tristan to lose all of his money, so he would be forced to get money from Irene. He had

laid down the foundations, and was waiting to reap the results.

The wealth of the Wilson family would then belong to him.

Eric smiled wickedly when he received those pictures.

"Mr. Wilson, you can't just let us die. I'm begging you. Irene will definitely be angry with you if she finds

out that you didn't help us," Tristan said. He thought that Edward would change his mind if he

mentioned Irene. But he was wrong.

"Seems like you don't know much about Irene. She would be delighted to know what I said today. Don't

you remember how cruel you were to her? How shameless of you to beg her for help," Edward said,

before leaving the building.

He felt really disgusted and didn't want to stay in the house any second longer. He suddenly thought

about all the suffering that Irene must have gone through, while her own mother didn't do anything and

let her be bullied.

Edward immediately drove home.

Meanwhile, Beth's eyes glinted viciously. She had already come up with another plan to make Irene

suffer. If she couldn't get what she wanted, then nobody could.

This was Beth's principle of life.

"Brother, don't worry. I definitely won't let that little b*tch go free. She will regret having been born into

this world. You should just go into hiding for now and see how this unfolds," Beth said fiercely. She

already had a plan to bring Irene down.

"Okay, sounds good. Beth, you're such a good sister, so considerate to me. The little b*tch managed to

escape last time. Now, you must let her suffer a fate worse than death. How dare she not come home

to us!" yelled Tristan.

Both of them despised Irene. They wanted nothing more than to tear her to shreds to vent their anger,

so they plotted an even more sinister plan.

"Edward, you're back. Let's go for a walk together," Irene said when she saw Edward return. She didn't

want to ask him where he had gone.

She trusted him.