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Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman's Sinner Wife

Chapter 161
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Read Married by Mistake Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife [by Sixteenth Child] Chapter 161 – When he

heard Madeline’s words, Jeremy’s face went cold.

He pressed his thin lips tightly together and grabbed Madeline’s chin all of a sudden.

Madeline did not expect him to do this. However, she managed to quickly dodge away. “Mr. Witman,

you have a fiancée. Please have some respect for yourself.” She reminded him.

However, Jeremy’s face was icy as he stared piercingly at Madeline. “You say you’re not her, but do

you have the guts to show me your left chest area?”

He would never forget the mole on Madeline’s left chest. It was extremely glaring on her fair and

smooth skin.

After he said that, Madeline’s face fell.

“Mr. Whitman, are you joking? Do you think I’ll let you see that part of my body? Please let go of me.”

He stared at the beautiful eyes in front of him. “Are you feeling guilty? Is that why you won’t show me?

Madeline, why aren’t you d**d yet?”

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‘Why didn’t you come back to me if you’re alive and well?’

‘Why am I not d**d yet?

‘Am I such an obstacle in your life just because I’m alive? Do you want me to d*e again so badly?’

After he said that, Madeline smiled. “Mr. Whitman, you’re hilarious. I told you my name is Vera Quinn.

I’m not your ex-wife, Madeline Crawford. If you don’t let me go, I’ll call the cops.”

At this moment, a car stopped next to Madeline. The window of the car was rolled down and a woman’s

voice called out to her.

“Vera, I heard you won the auction and you’re now the owner of the shop. Let’s go have a few drinks to

celebrate! Who’s that? Why is he holding your hand?”

Jeremy felt that this questioning voice sounded extremely annoying. Then, he heard Madeline

introducing him calmly. “This is the young master from the most influential family in Glendale. He’s also

the president of Crawford Corporation, Mr. Jeremy Whitman.”

“Oh, it’s him. Why is he holding your hand?”

Madeline chuckled lightly. “He says I look like his d**d ex-wife.”

“Pah! There are so many similar-looking people in this world and you look like someone who died?

Say, Mr. Whitman, is this a trick to get to know Vera? I’ve seen all kinds of cheap tricks, but there are

too many men out there who want to get to know our Vera. If you’re interested, you can get in line.”

Jeremy’s face became icier when he heard that. His bottomless eyes were still glued on Madeline.

Madeline used this chance to retract her hand. Then, she got into the car.

In an instant, Jeremy felt an emptiness in his hand. At the same time, he felt his heart getting empty as

well.

“I’ll see you when I see you, Mr. Whitman.”

Madeline sat in the car and smiled at Jeremy. Then, the window was rolled up slowly.

The car drove further away. Madeline looked at the tiny figure in the rearview mirror and lifted her hand

to tidy the hair on her forehead.

Jeremy stood in place as the darkness of the night blurred his vision.

They had the same face, but she said she was not her.

Jeremy frowned.

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His heart started beating normally again.

Indeed, she was not.

Madeline would not have that sharp and mature gaze. Plus, she would also not have such a thought-

provoking smile.

She had always been simple, and she simply loved him for so many years.

Jeremy’s heart sank once again.

Meredith had looked all over for Jeremy before she finally found him. “Jeremy, why are you here? The

woman just now…”

Jeremy ignored Meredith and just went straight home.

On the way, he contacted his trusted assistant, Ken Baker. “Investigate a woman named Vera Quinn for

me. I need the information tomorrow morning.”

On this night, Jeremy tossed and turned in bed. In the end, he could only fall asleep with the special

aromatherapy kit.

The next morning, he sped to the office. Ken followed behind him and handed him the information he

got. When Ken looked at the photo of the woman, his expression was abnormal.

“Mr. Whitman, isn’t this Madeline, your ex-wife who has been d**d for three years?”

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