Triplets Attack Game Over Daddy By Lorraine Anderson Chapter 164

Triplets Attack Game Over Daddy By Lorraine Anderson Chapter 164

Chapter 164 Fake Body Parts

Bearing that thought in mind, she noticed the man sitting at the desk.

He was looking smart in his usual black handmade suit. His angular features looked as though they were crafted straight

from perfection.

When his gaze shifted over, Elizabeth hurriedly looked to the side to avoid meeting



She put her bag in her seat and turned on the computer.

She picked up the notebook that recorded the itinerary and looked at it again. The records were consistent with those

records stored in the computer system.

Matthew had a packed schedule recently. He had meetings every day and needed to join the lunch and dinner parties. It

seemed like he had to work overtime for his engagement ceremony next Saturday.

Matthew noticed Elizabeth had immediately thrown herself into work right after she came in.

“Ms. Wade, I will need my coffee now.” The man snorted and returned to his work.

Hearing that, Elizabeth stood up. “I’ll get it now.”

Sensing her aloof attitude, Matthew raised his head and looked at her.

She doesn’t look happy today. Did she see my message last night?

Elizabeth walked out of the CEO’s office and was soon thrust into the limelight. Staring intently at Elizabeth, the women

gathered and started gossiping in a low voice.

Elizabeth was careless about the gossip. They could say whatever they wanted.

Soon, she entered Matthew’s personal pantry. There was no one there. She brewed the coffee and added a little milk

before an impish look surfaced on her face.

She threw three sugar cubes into the cup and pouted. I hope you get diabetes!

When she was done, she returned to the office and placed the drink on his desk.

“Here’s your coffee, Mr. Hilton.”

Matthew raised his head and looked at her. Unhappiness was written all over her face.

“Ms. Wade, did you not get a good sleep last night?” he probed.

She avoided eye contact, her face hardened, and her lips pressed into a thin line. These were all signs of her being upeet

Elizabeth shook her head. “I had a good dream last night.”


You should be the one who didn’t get a good sleep last night! Scumbag!

The longer Matthew looked at Elizabeth, the more he felt that something was wrong with her today. He took a sip of coffee, and his face changed instantly.

“Ms. Wade, I thought I’ve made it clear that I don’t want any sugar in my coffee,” he commented.

She must be doing this on purpose. Is she jealous because I’m about to get engaged?

Elizabeth raised her chin and retorted, “Mr. Hilton, don’t you think sweetness is better than bitterness?”

The thought of those bruises on her chest made her angry.

Just how hard did this b’stard go that my skin looks like this?

Matthew knew she did it on purpose, so he took another sip of the coffee that tasted more like sugar water.

“The sweetness is perfect.”

Elizabeth was surprised to see that he was not upset at all.

Is it because he’s in a good mood now as he’s getting engaged soon?

Elizabeth could not bring herself to swallow up the frustration, so she continued shooting daggers at him.

“Mr. Hilton, how do I get the bruises on my chest? Could you please explain it to me?”/

A mischievous glint flashed in Matthew’s eyes when he heard her. Looking at her chest, he felt a certain feeling surge through his heart once again.

Matthew’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked, “What do you think?”

Could she have known? Who would have told her the truth?

All of a sudden, he recalled she mentioned she had gone to the hospital last night.

Could it be that she had told Jessica about these? Jessica seems to be a woman who knows all. After all, she always hangs out at the nightclub. From the looks of it, she also seems like someone who is quite open. She should have relevant experience. Unlike Elizabeth here, who still can’t grasp the implication even though she had given birth to three children. How silly!

Elizabeth was even more upset looking at Matthew’s complacent look.

Snorting, she uttered, “Hmph! Mr. Hilton, I seriously think that some of your body parts may be fake and made of iron.



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