Marriage Beyond Redemption

Chapter 67

Chapter 67 Helena Was Not The Mastermind

Peyton seemed to feel something, and she turned around to look at the window above her head.

Chris was wearing a fluffy sweater, resembling a little polar bear. He had both hands pressed against the glass, and his chubby face was also pressed against the window, looking incredibly adorable.

The soundproof window blocked Chris’s voice, but Peyton could feel that he was greeting her. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The adorable child instantly dispelled Peyton’s unhappiness. She smiled and waved at Chris.

Nolan happened to witness this scene. In that instant, it felt as if he had gone back to the first time he saw Peyton.

On that sunny morning, the girl with a high ponytail waved at him, her smile radiant.

Even after ten years had passed, Nolan was still captivated by that smile.

Nolan immediately realized that Peyton couldn’t have come to Seaview Villa on her own. The only possible reason was that she had come for the Schmitt’s house.

Nolan hung up the phone. Lucian told Nolan about the slaughterhouse.

With a bang, Nolan swept the ashtray to the ground. Helena had crossed the line. He said coldly, “Prepare the car.”

Peyton’s face was chilled by the sea breeze. Even though she was

outside in the cold wind, she didn’t want to stay in the house specifically built for Helena.

Helena quickly freshened up and came downstairs wearing a bathrobe and a shower cap. Her neck was only lightly scratched.

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Helena’s manicurist arrived. Helena leaned back on the creamy leather sofa, having her toenails painted with nail polish, looking proud.

Peyton finally returned to the living room. Helena hated her so much that she gritted her teeth, but she was no longer arrogant.

She said with a cold face, “I will give you the Schmitt’s house, but I also have two requests.”

Peyton frowned, “Are you still going to haggle with me?”

“Making money is never easy. Buying two houses worth 80 million dollars each is not considered cheap, right?”

“Speak,” Peyton said impatiently.

“First, leaving Aelford City. Second, self–destructing appearance.”

Peyton asked, “Are you crazy? Do you know what you’re talking about?”

Helena casually threw the fruit knife onto the carpet. “My intention is to keep you away from Nolan. As long as you ruin your face, you won’t pose a threat to me anymore. You have something on me, but haven’t I also got something on your father? You wouldn’t want your father’s secrets to be exposed, would you?”

Peyton’s expression changed slightly. Helena said contentedly, “So neither of us is any cleaner than the other. Peyton, I bought your face for 80 million dollars and you left Aelford City.”

In addition to the Schmitt’s house, Peyton had one more thing to do here.

She wanted to confirm if Helena was the mastermind behind the scenes. Based on the previous tests, Peyton could conclude that it wouldn’t be Helena.

Helena didn’t know that Peyton had a terminal illness. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have wasted her time doing these things.

Peyton thought, “If it wasn’t Helena, then who could be the person behind her?”

While Peyton was contemplating, Helena gave a glance to the people nearby.

Immediately, a burly servant kicked Peyton’s legs fiercely from behind. Peyton’s body went limp and he knelt on the shaggy carpet.

The servant drew the knife out of its sheath, “Ms. Schmitt, please.”

Peyton looked at the dagger, its bright blade reflecting her face.

She frowned, “Helena, I hadn’t agreed yet.”

The servant didn’t care much and grinned, “Ms. Schmitt, once you’re here, you have no choice. Don’t worry. After you disfigure yourself, Ms. Chase will give you the Schmitt house.”

Peyton struggled hard, but the servant exerted great force. “Ms.

you can’t bear to do it yourself, let me do it for you.”

he servant took the knife and ruthlessly slashed it