The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 859

Hans hurried back to report to Hawthorne, knowing his boss was likely eagerly awaiting the news. He hadn't bothered calling ahead.

The spectacular drama that had unfolded today was too good not to deliver in person. Watching James's mistresses tear each other to shreds was the best entertainment he had seen in his life.

He planned to embellish the story for Mr. Everhart, knowing Hawthorne could use it to make Mrs. Everhart laugh.

As Hans's car vanished into the distance, Mrs. Mercer's ride arrived. She immediately climbed in with her bodyguards and sped away.

Her destination was obvious—she was heading straight to her father to plot how to crush James while he was already down.

When a furious Mrs. Mercer stormed into her family estate, Sallie's dad was waiting for her in the living room.

“Where have you been? I was just talking to some old friends, trying to figure out a way to bail James out.”

Mrs. Mercer hurled her designer bag violently onto the sofa. When Sallie's dad finally got a good look at his daughter, he gasped at her disheveled hair and the angry scratch marks across her face.

She looked nothing like the elegant socialite she usually was; she looked like a deranged woman who had just survived a street brawl.

“What happened to you? Where were you? Did you get into a fight? How did you end up like this?

“Didn't I tell you to come back so we could figure out James's situation together? Did you go down to the police station and cause a scene? Who laid hands on you? Tell me right now, and I'll make them pay!”

Seeing her father's concern, Mrs. Mercer finally broke down, bursting into hysterical sobs.

“I didn't go to the police station, and it wasn't the cops who touched me! It's all because of that bastard James! He's been hiding five women on the side, and they all gave him sons! They're crawling everywhere, and the oldest is already in his teens!

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