Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 1345

Chapter 1345

Chapter 1345 "Don't come any closer."

Trevor sneered, strode forward, and grabbed Tracy's slender neck.

Trevor revealed a demonic smile.

"Why are you shaking so hard? I haven't done anything to you yet. Are you feeling guilty, darling?"

The hand that squeezed her neck seemed to be carrying countless tentacles that clung to her skin, making her hair stand up. She was on the verge of a breakdown.

Tracy's back was against the stone wall, and it hurt a little.

Her small face was distorted in a panic.

"I wore high heels for a long time, so I felt a little uncomfortable. Hubby, let's hurry back. Otherwise, Mr. and Mrs. Swale will be waiting," Tracy said in a trembling voice.

The smile at the corner of Trevor's mouth became even fiercer, and his fingers suddenly tightened around her neck.

"Don't use Mrs. Swale to pressure me. Do you think you can get rid of me with Mrs. Swale's support? Tracy, I’m telling you. You'll never be able to escape! Since you cheated on me, I will see you become men's plaything. It just so happens that there are many businessmen who covet your beauty, so maybe I can trade you for a few contracts."

Tracy's neck was being held, and she almost couldn't breathe.

She didn't know where she got the strength to suddenly lift her knee and slam it into Trevor. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Trevor! I am your wife.

Even though I cheated on you, do you dare to say that you are faithful to me? Don't push me anymore, or we'll split up. When I die, the recording will be leaked..."

Trevor probably didn't expect Tracy to have the strength to resist. He slapped her cheek with his backhand.

There was a crisp sound.

Tracy stumbled and fell to the ground from the slap.

Her sunglasses also fell with a clatter. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Trevor slowly leaned down, grabbed her hair, and whispered in her ear, "If you want to die, you have to ask me first. Nowadays, medical technology is so advanced. You should think carefully. It's fine to die on the spot, but if you don't die and instead become paralyzed, crippled, or a vegetable, how should you live the rest of your life?"

When he spoke, his voice was very soft.

But the deep meaning in his words was like a poisonous snake, brushing her skin with its tongue.

Tracy got goosebumps.

"Trevor, you're a demon! Go to hell!" she snarled crazily.

Trevor, however, smiled with extra satisfaction and patted her cheeks.

"I'm glad you are aware of this."

At lunch, Tracy wasn't there.

Trevor made an excuse that she was not feeling well and asked a waitress to pack some snacks and send them to the suite.

Tracy, with a mask and sunglasses on her face, called out to the waitress when she was leaving and asked her to send over some ointment to reduce the swelling.

The waitress looked young, probably in her early twenties, and she was a very innocent girl.

"Mrs. Jones, we have a medical office at the resort." The waitress noticed the injury on Tracy's face and kindly reminded her.

As if being provoked, Tracy shooed the waitress out.

The bedroom door was knocked on again.

Tracy thought it was the same waitress from before. Covering her red and swollen face, she yelled in exasperation, "I said I didn't need it. Get lost!" "Tracy, are you okay?" Outside the door, however, Mrs. Swale's mild and suspicious voice sounded.

Tracy's expression changed. She immediately checked her mask and wiped her tears before pulling open the door.

In the doorway stood Catelyn and Mrs. Swale, followed by a waitress.