No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 532

At the same time, Linda was in a car with her chauffeur. She looked stared absent-mindedly at the towering

skyscrapers. A phone notification caused her to return her attention to the present. Her demeanor changed when

she noticed a notification of an email with audio recording files within.

She practically yanked her earphones out of her Chanel bag and plugged them into the device. To her anguish, it

was the recording of her prior conversation with Elisa.

You two-faced b*tch! You swore there was no recording!

Why did I trust that a**hole?

I’m going to kill her!

She was more angered after reading the message that came with it.

The passage was written very clearly.

‘Fear for your reputation if you attempt to attack the two of us again. The entire world will be made aware of your

hypocrisy. Your name will be tarnished.’

Linda cried in rage.

The driver, startled, applied the brakes and looked in the rearview mirror at his passenger. The woman in the

backseat sported a furious look.

“Miss Linda. What’s the matter?”

Linda collected herself, inhaled deeply, leaned back against the chair, and shut her eyes.

“I’m fine,” she admitted in exhaustion. “You keep driving.”

The driver didn’t dare to say anything. He nodded and continued his driving.

Linda couldn’t even tell her parents about this when she got home. I would be handing my ass in humiliation.

Her mother had pleaded with her to exercise common sense and avoid mishaps, but she refused to do so and

confronted Elisa. Even yet, she wished for reconciliation with Elisa. Looking back, Linda could only think that she

was foolish to have done such a thing. I’m such a moron!

…

For Elisa, everything appeared to be peaceful for three days in succession.

Norman Benett and Rose Meek both intended to halt as a result of Elisa’s episode. Linda was forced into a

stalemate, so naturally, they were undisturbed for now.

Every day, Linda fretted and checked her social media accounts to see whether there were any signs of leaked

recordings. When there were none, she could let out a sigh of relief. This occurred daily and soon became a

dreaded daily routine for her. What would my Garry do?

Did Elisa send the recording to Garry?

She must have! That petty b*tch!

The three of them were seated on the living room sofa in the evening, having just concluded dinner.

Originally it was just to rest after eating, but Norman’s cell phone suddenly rang. The anxious mother and daughter

looked one after another. Intuitively, they knew who was on the other line.

Norman absent-mindedly checked his phone. “Wait, why is Old Mr. Wickam calling me?”

The two of them don’t typically interact. Therefore Darren was not required to step forward to talk business. Why is

he calling?

In an instant, Linda drew a big breath; worry and fear filled her features.

This is it.

Rose was less agitated than Linda; she was able to compose herself. “Answer the phone and replace out his intentions,”

she said, casting a little scowl.

Norman sighed and nodded. He picked up the phone, “Evening, Old Mr. Wickam. What’s the matter? Do you wish to

request something from me?”