Chapter 936: Chapter 935: Now You’ll See What Shamelessness Really Is

In this world, Maxwell Peary is destined to be a king.

And she is the only queen standing beside the king.

"Nia Mitchell, I hate you, I even dream of tearing you to pieces."

Belinda Swan’s twisted face suddenly raised a sinister smile.

"It’s okay, I can wait. I believe you will get what you deserve. You’re just a mistress. I’m his fiancée, yet you barged in!"

Everyone outside knows she is the true Mrs. Peary. Belinda Swan is Maxwell Peary’s wife.

Now, as long as Nia Mitchell is dead, she can definitely have Maxwell Peary.

Haha!

Belinda Swan laughed madly, squatting there with a triumphant face.

"Nia Mitchell, why don’t you just die?"

She suddenly stretched out her hands and shook Nia Mitchell’s shoulders violently, her eyes blood-red and wide open.

Nia Mitchell was completely frightened by her, her whole body trembling.

All around, several men stood there with guns in hand, as if ready to finish her at any moment.

Where is Maxwell Peary?

Tears welled up in Nia Mitchell’s eyes, and she sat on the ground, looking particularly miserable.

Her wrists were red from being bound, the rope tightly cutting into her skin.

"Rip—"

Nia Mitchell suddenly opened her mouth, the pain quickly spreading through her body, her mouth tingling.

The skin on her lips, having been torn due to the tape being removed, bled slowly.

"Belinda Swan, you’re a lunatic. Even if I die, uncle won’t be with you."

The moment Nia Mitchell got the chance to speak, she spoke up immediately.

Her words pierced directly into Belinda Swan’s heart.

Instantly, Belinda Swan was filled with rage, standing up abruptly, looking down at Nia Mitchell.

"I’m a lunatic? I’m the famous Capital Town socialite, the only one worthy of Maxwell Peary, seen as his wife by everyone. He will definitely be with me, and we will have many, many children."

Belinda Swan shouted in anger. At that moment, she wasn’t just a lunatic; she was a mad shrew.

The men around looked at her like this, their lips twitching, faces dark with astonishment.

They never imagined Belinda Swan could have such a side; they once saw her as a goddess.

Clearly, you can’t trust anything easily; the truth was hidden too deeply.

However, being the old master Peary’s men, they naturally wouldn’t interfere in these matters.

"Stop dreaming, he won’t marry you."

Nia Mitchell sat there, gritting her teeth.

"Nia Mitchell, you think too highly of yourself. Maxwell Peary was with me last night. I might already be pregnant."

Belinda Swan’s face instantly lit up with a smile, speaking with a look of smugness.

Nia Mitchell’s expression shifted, the blood on her lips slightly dry, the wound tingling with pain.

She sat there, not believing what Belinda Swan said.

"Nia Mitchell, he told me he always used protection with you, but not with me. He wanted me to have his child. He said the ***** without protection feels the best. He doesn’t want your child!"

Belinda Swan stood there, speaking like a victor.

Nia Mitchell’s entire body instantly tensed, her hands clenched tightly, the ropes cutting deeper.

"Although what you say makes me angry, I believe in my husband."

Nia Mitchell sat there, tilting her head up to look at Belinda Swan.

Her face was defiant, full of confidence, her expression driving Belinda Swan into a furious rage.