My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 427 Hurt

What Gloria liked to see the most was Jocelyn's unhappy appearance, she was so unhappy now, what

made Jocelyn happy?

The most important thing was that if Jocelyn lost the blessing of Noah, she could harm Jocelyn even

more recklessly.

They were sisters, of course they should hold hands and destroy together. When she falls into the

abyss, Jocelyn naturally has to follow her down.

How lonely must it be to languish in the abyss alone, without Jocelyn's company?

Jocelyn didn't notice at all that Gloria was watching herself.

She just kept her head down, listening to the recording over and over again.

Every word that came into her ears was like a bloodless knife that hurt her to the core.

The more she listened, the harder it became.

Everything was really too cruel for her.

She felt that she could no longer support herself, and her strength seemed to have disappeared all of a

sudden.

Taking a deep breath, she clutched her phone and rushed out of the hall.

Seeing this, some of the bodyguards who were waiting outside the door followed Jocelyn's footsteps.

Looking at where Jocelyn left, Jocelyn once again couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Jocelyn was hurt.

Everything that followed would go the way Gloria had expected it to.

Just thinking about it made Gloria feel excited.

"It's not in vain that I spent a lot of money to get someone to make fake recordings."

Gloria couldn't help but mutter to herself in her heart.

At this time, Regan came out of the bathroom. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Seeing Regan, Gloria regained her melancholy face and walked towards the sculptures to the side,

pretending to admire them seriously and carefully.

Regan walked straight to the hall and looked around for Jocelyn's figure.

But she was not in sight.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed Jocelyn's number.

On the Maserati, when Jocelyn saw that Regan had come to the phone, she took a deep breath and

pressed answer.

"Jocelyn, where have you been?"

"I have something to do, I'm leaving first. Sorry."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

The truth she had just learned left her with no way to face Regan.

As long as she thought of the words that Regan said to Noah, she felt diarrhea in her heart.

On both sides of the road, red roses were in full bloom.

Even with the windows closed, she could still clearly smell the faint scent of roses.

In the past, when she looked at those red roses, she felt very happy, but now, she felt that it was ironic.

It was not out of love that he had blossomed for her, it was because she was of use to him.

If she hadn't been of use to him, he wouldn't have looked at her at all.

Through that recording just now, she could clearly feel that Noah did not love her at all.

From the beginning to the end, the person who has been serious about all this is only her.

The actual fact is that she can't help but wonder if she really doesn't deserve to have sweet love.

From Joseph to Noah, she has not met a single good man.

Thinking of this, her tears flowed uncontrollably.

She couldn't help but start to wonder about the identity of the person who sent the email.

Why would that person have such a conversation?

Who was that person?

The car unknowingly drove to the door of her house, but at this moment, she did not want to enter the

house at all, so she turned the car around and went to the Sylvie Hotel.

The first thing she wanted to do tonight was to get some peace and quiet.

Then, make another decision.

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After Phoebe paid the money with Joseph, she took Gloria back to the Stewart's house.

As soon as they entered, Gloria went upstairs and shared the good news with Sara.

After hearing this, Sara jumped up from the bed, and the mask on her face fell to the floor with her.

She didn't bother with the mask and walked to the window regardless, subconsciously glancing at the

doorway and asking in a low voice, "Really?"

Sara couldn't hold back her heart's secret joy at all, and there were smiles in her eyes.

Gloria coldly hummed, "Yes, I have that recording faked, Jocelyn was sad after hearing that, I guess

she and Noah will soon divorce, hahaha. Jocelyn's self-esteem is so strong, hearing that conversation,

she will definitely divorce."

"Daughter, you're impressive. But, have you arranged everything?" Sara added, "In case Noah knows

it's you, you'll be finished."

Gloria snorted again, "Don't worry, I found someone else to send the emails, and this person is

absolutely reliable."

Sara, "My daughter is fantastic. I've been disliking that bitch Jocelyn for a long time, it would be great if

she could get a smooth divorce."

Gloria, "Definitely, but according to my understanding of Jocelyn, she will first go to someone to verify

the authenticity of the recording, and then find a way to test Noah's blood, to make sure that the

recording is authentic and that their blood types are really the same before she will make a scene."

Sara hooked her lips thoughtfully, "That recording of yours has no difference with the original voice,

right? Will it not be identified?"

Gloria was smug, "Of course, there is no difference, you can rest assured. I found an internationally

renowned sound imitation master."

Sara, "Noah's voice can be heard outside the video, it can be imitated, but Regan's voice is not there,

right? Did you also record it then? How did you manage to get people to imitate it so much?"

Gloria, "I described to that person the voice of Regan, as well as the tone of voice and the speed of

speech, and then that person on the phone, according to my description, constantly imitate, improve.

and then there is it. "

Sara gave a thumbs up, "My daughter, you are awesome."

Gloria, "As long as I live, I must not let Jocelyn get away with it! Also, as long as she loses his blessing,

we definitely don't have to worry anymore that that thing will be found out."

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Once Jocelyn arrived at the Sylvie Hotel, she booked a presidential suite.

With her room card in hand, she lost her mind all the way into the door.

Closing the door and putting her room card away, she walked straight to the opulent baroque living

room and sat down on the European style beige sofa.

The sofa was soft and comfortable to sit on, as if it could soothe all the fatigue deep inside one's heart.

She clicked on the email again, looked carefully at the words on it and listened to the recording on it.