Chapter 2819
Chapter 2819
Two female attendants wheeled out a completely sealed glass cart. The ring that was carefully kept inside the glass cart was truly colorful
and dazzling. Every side of the gem was radiating in different colors as the light shone upon it through the glass chart. The fake Yvonne was
stunned silly when she saw it. Another person who was also stunned silly was the tan and fat man holding a pair of binoculars while sitting in
a car across from the jewelry store.
The tan and fat man muttered, "Gosh! This man must love her so much. He actually is willing to spend so much on her! This woman really
deserves to die! She deserves to die too much!"
Inside the jewelry store, Marcus looked at the fake Yvonne gently. "Do you like the ring I'm giving you?"
The fake Yvonne was so excited that tears streamed down her face. "I like it. I love it too much! I truly love it so much!"
’I should've given you this ring four years ago. It was such a pity that at that time..."
"It's fine, hubby, it's fine. Isn't it the same right now? It's four years late, but I'll still be having it on my fingers now. Isn't this the best?" said the
fake Yvonne as she held back the excitement in her heart.
"Hurry up, put it on, and let me see!" said Marcus.
"Alright!"
While saying that, Marcus took out that ring and very ceremonially put the ring on the fake Yvonne's fingers. At that moment, the fake
Yvonne's heart melted. She felt like she was dreaming and floating. She had a feeling that it was so surreal. Marcus Shaw! The second
richest man in South City, the noble young man of South City, Marcus Shaw, was finally putting a priceless ring on her? Wow! She was so
happy she could die! At that moment, the fake Yvonne wanted to scream! She was completely immersed in happiness. She did not even
hear Marcus calling her name. It was not that she did not hear it. It was that she had been treating herself as Yvonne for a while, so when
Marcus called her real name, she did not notice it at all.
"Bonnie, are you happy?" Marcus called out a second time.
"Oh, you..." This time, the fake Yvonne finally heard him. She was so frightened that she shuddered.
Even her lips turned pale in fear. "What...what did you call me just now?"
"Bonnie." Marcus looked at her gently, and his gaze was still very doting. Bonnie was speechless.
"Do you like this ring?" Marcus asked again, "If you like it, I can give you many, many more."
'What...what did you call me just now?" Bonnie asked.
"Bonnie," Marcus said again.
"How...how did you know? No, no, no, I'm not Bonnie. I'm not...who is Bonnie? I don't know her. Is she that damned Mila's sister?
You...Marcus, what are you talking about?" Bonnie was so frightened that her soul had left her body.
Marcus's expression was still very gentle and doting. "Bonnie, I'll let you know as well that all of your relatives and friends are now in the
police station. You're the only one left. There are police officers in plain clothes outside. Tell me, are you going to go to the police station with
this ring on or are you going to take it off?"
No! No, no, no! Why? Why did it turn out like that? Where has it gone wrong? Why? Why at this juncture? Why did Marcus let her be
exposed after he already put the ring on her? She still has not slept with Marcus and has not lived as Missus Shaw for a day, but she has
already set foot in the Shaw residence. She was only one step away, just a step away, and she would be the true Missus Shaw. Why did he
blow her cover at this juncture? The fake Yvonne looked at Marcus in disbelief. Marcus was still smiling very gently at her. At that moment,
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In the black car across from them, a tan and fat man was also holding a black weapon and aiming it straight at Yvonne. "I finally got the best
angle. Woman, goto hell!"
Bang! An unknown object went through the glass of the jewelry store and went straight through Bonnie's, which was the fake Yvonne's,
temple.
"Oh!" The fake Yvonne's temple has been shot through and she fell over immediately.