The Comeback

Chapter 3 Honey, I'm Wrong

Dylan sneered, "Do you still have the face to ask me why I am here? Shouldn't you explain why you're here first? Why are you with him? "

There was a man dressed in brands sitting opposite Bertha that Dylan was very familiar with him -- Frank Goodwin, Dylan’s good friend.

Frank was a well-known second-generation rich man in Philadelphia. When he was fighting with people in a bar, if Dylan hadn't helped him and taken the responsibility for him, he might have been killed.

Since then, Frank had become Dylan’s friend, and they had a lot of contacts. However, Dylan had never expected that Frank did that for Bertha.

Bertha looked at Dylan coldly, "Do you think you still suit me now? What do you feed me with? Can I rely on you to deliver takeout? "

Frank stood up and patted Dylan on the shoulder, "Dylan, you have to understand that you are a delivery man, you have no ability to give Bertha the life she wants."

"I have to thank you for curing Bertha, otherwise I would not have such a beautiful wife."

Dylan was infuriated by the harmony between the bitchy man and woman.

"Shut the hell up! I think you are my good brother, but you want to take my wife!”

But Frank was not afraid of him at all. He said with high spirit, "Since you have seen it, I don't have to hide our relationship from you. As soon as you get divorced, I'll marry her, and then take her to travel around the world. "

"Can you imagine? We can do what we want to do on the cruise ship, on the plane, in the wilderness, in any place you can't imagine. It must be amazing. "

His disgusting words completely ignited Dylan's anger.

"Bang!" A heavy blow fell directly on Frank's face.

"Shut up, or I'll knock your teeth out. I've been in detention for you once. I don't mind doing that again. "

Dylan stared at Bertha coldly, "Do you want to divorce me for his money?”

Bertha looked at him in a panic, "Dylan, I've given you three years. Have you given me any hope?"

"You have nothing left. What are you going to do to support me and my family?"

"My brother is about to graduate from university. Can you help him arrange his work? My parents are old. Can you give them fifty or one hundred thousand per month? "

"People goes up. If you want me to be good, you should let me for living as I want."

Dylan laughed angrily, "Now I understand -- Poverty is the original sin!"

He pointed to Frank and asked Bertha, "Don't you know he's my brother? Don't you know he has divorced twice? Don't you know he has just got a girlfriend? "

Bertha looked at Dylan stubbornly, "So what? He loves me very much. He has broken up with that woman for me. "

"He has money. Without a blink, he can give me villa, luxuries or car that you can’t give me; you can never give me a tour around the world, but he is willing to accompany me in person."

"Dylan Lynch, you are always a goose running in the field, but he is an eagle that can take me to the blue sky. You can't compare with one of his fingers."

Dylan roared, "But this is not your reason to betray me! We're not divorced yet, but you're dating him here. "

Bertha said coldly, "I have never betrayed you in our marriage. I have a clear conscience for you. Let's divorce peacefully so that we can live each other’s lives."

Frank stood up again and laughed, "See? This is the gap between you and me. Your wife would rather elope with me than suffer with you."

"How much can you earn per month by sending takeout? Eight thousand, ten thousand? Or you will spend every penny for curing someone’s disease?”

He looked at Bertha again, "Don't worry, as long as you become my woman, I guarantee you endless glory and wealth. I can transfer the Maserati outside to your name immediately."

Outside the window, a pink Maserati was shining in the sun, which was extremely charming.

Bertha poured cold water on Dylan again, "Do you see it? This is the life I want. I don't want to live a hard life any more."

At this time, Sylvia stepped on high-heeled shoes and came over with a slap on Bertha's face.

"You are just a money b***h! How dare you despise my brother?!”

"Is that Maserati your dream? Is global travel the limit of your imagination? "

He picked up his cell phone and ordered, "Scrap the Maserati at the door immediately for letting her have a long experience."

"Boom..."

Outside the restaurant, the roar of the engine came one after another, and ten super cars stopped outside the cafe.

Bertha covered her mouth with her eyes widely open. She couldn't believe her eyes.

"Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Porsche... these cars add up to more than 100 million? If only it has been given to me! "

Sylvia looked at Bertha haughtily, "Open your bitchy eyes and see clearly, this is my brother's real strength."

With a wave of her hand, the people in the car immediately came down with iron bars and smashed Frank's Maserati to pieces.

She took out the dragon card again. "Do you know what this card is?"

Frank said in horror, "This is the Supreme Dragon Card of Dragon Technology Group. There are only five in the world, and only the major shareholders of Dragon Technology are qualified to own them."

Sylvia continued, "in fact, as long as you opened the gift box last night, the $10 million in this card would belong to you, and the $2 billion waiting for the ban to be lifted was enough for you to spend for several lifetimes."

"And the cars outside are all my birthday gifts for my sister-in-law. But now you feel your conscience and ask Yourself -- are you worth of that?"

Bertha broke down after hearing it.

"What have I done? Why am I so stupid? Why not stick to it one more day? "

Dylan said coldly, "I've recorded everything today. Just because of your unfaithfulness to me and my marriage, you will never divorce me."

He pinched Bertha's chin and said fiercely, "I want you to see me rising with your own eyes when I will give other women glory and wealth."

"And you... You will be trapped in this marriage, no longer escape."

Bertha knelt down with a plop, "Honey, I'm wrong, please let me go!"