The Wife In Disguise

“What was Elliot doing at the office so late? He’s suspicious.” Louis’ dark eyes narrowed.

“Yes, brother, call him on the phone and see if he took Amy.”

Violet said in a hurry.

Daniel nodded and called Elliot.

The phone went unanswered.

Louis had already pulled out his cell phone and called Olly, asking him to find an acquaintance in the traffic control department to check Elliot’s whereabouts at this time.

Olly was efficient and sent the message quickly.

“Mr. Johnson, Elliot is in the hospital now.”

Elliot is in the hospital?

All three were a little surprised by the result.

“Brother-in-law, let’s go visit him in the hospital.” Daniel said.

Louis glanced at Violet, although his heart was reluctant to leave, but touching his wife’s gaze, he nodded and went to the hospital with Daniel.

At the hospital, Elliot has just woken up after a checkup.

Mr. Foster informed Elliot’s wife, Nevaeh, to come over and was currently staring at Elliot in his hospital bed.

The man with the crooked mouth, slanted eyes and drooling harrumphs in front of her is really her husband?

Unbelievable!

“Mr. Foster, tell me clearly, what is going on, Elliot, how did he become like this?” Nevaeh asked.

Mr. Foster’s forehead covered with sweat, looking at Elliot’s appearance, want to laugh and can only hold back.

“Well, it’s a long story …”

He doesn’t know what’s going on here.

It is clear that their boss is to go to get a woman, how the woman did not get, but almost killed?

The doctor said he had facial palsy and had to be treated by a professional acupuncturist to do so.

Looks like it was Amy’s doing!

“Shameless thing, I’ll get her! I’ll get her to death!”

Elliot sat up from the bed, his face a grimace.

He has a crooked mouth because when he speaks, he leaks wind.

Not only can’t people hear what he said, if they get closer, they can also be sprayed by his spittle stars all over their faces.

Both Mr. Foster and Nevaeh took an unmarked step backward, away from someone’s crooked mouth that had no switch and couldn’t be closed.

“What are you hiding? Come here, I want some water!”

Elliot’s chest heaves with anger when he sees the dislike coming out of the two men’s eyes.

The harrumphs in his mouth flowed more fiercely.

“Elliot, what did you say? If you can’t express yourself clearly, take your phone and write it down for us.”

Nevaeh covered his nose and moved another step to the side for fear of being sprayed with his saliva.

Elliot was so angry that he slammed everything on the table to the floor.

“I want to drink shit, I want to drink shit! %&…”

Nevaeh and Mr. Foster looked at each other, and Mr. Foster did not indeed ask, “Mr. King, what did you say? You want to drink shit?”

Poof!

Elliot almost had a heart attack!

This useless punk, when he gets better, he’ll make him perform drinking shit to himself!Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

At that moment, the door of the hospital room was pushed open and Daniel and Louis walked in.

Suddenly seeing Elliot’s crooked, slanted eyes, the two men’s eyes flashed with consternation and amusement.

No wonder they came to the hospital. Look at this, they must have been screwed by Amy!

“What’s wrong with big brother? Who did this?”

Daniel asked with interest.

Elliot glared at the two men, his face hard as hell.

“Daniel, it’s all your doing! Who the hell are you to put your hands on my turf? I got screwed by that bitch Amy, what do you think I should do?”

Elliot said a bunch of things.

Daniel pulled out his ears and looked over at Louis.

“Brother-in-law, did you understand whatbig brother said?”

Louis raised his eyebrows, “I’m fluent in eighteen languages, but I’m not yet able to empathize with a brute.”

Elliot: “…”

Damn Louis, this is a disguise to call him a beast!