"Do you love her that much?" Lily McKenzie sneered, "But I clearly saw her and a man going back to the room, very close."
Maybe if they go now, they could catch Charlotte and Lucas Carter in bed together, and Charlotte would be speechless.
She didn't notice the murderous intent in Henry Russell's eyes.
Henry grabbed Lily by the neck and pushed her onto the bed, tightening his grip, "I hope you can tell me where my wife is, I'm not someone who likes to repeat himself."
Lily didn't expect Henry to be really determined to kill. Under suffocation and the pressure of death, she had never been so terrified, "I-I'll tell!"
She desperately slapped Henry's arm, and when he let go of her, she coughed violently. There were two terrifying bruises left on her thin, fair neck.
"Charlotte... Charlotte is next door, go ahead."
"Henry, I didn't lie to you. She's really been with another man."