My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 86 Misfortune (1)

"Joseph was taken away overnight last night, and is currently under police investigation, now things

have made the news. Although the police has not yet been convicted, but the netizens have already

convicted Joseph, Joseph is being scolded to death."

As she said that, Paige over there couldn't help but chuckled.

"This doesn't even need us to do anything, things have been exposed so easily. I don't know what's

wrong with the Steward family, such a big thing happened, shouldn't it be suppressed at this juncture?"

Paige added.

The words that poured into her ears also made Jocelyn feel incredulous.

In theory, with the Steward family's power, it would be easy to suppress such news.

At this point in time, it made no sense for them to let something like this just spread out, unless it was

deliberately done by someone.

Was it the same person?

What was the grudge?

Either way it was all a great thing for her, and as long as it turned out to be good, she didn't need to

waste her brain cells thinking too much about it.

Jocelyn smiled, "It's probably because someone is more eager for Joseph to die than us."

Paige couldn't help but chuckle lightly again, "I reckon it's still that guy, I don't know the guy but I'd say

he's simply impressive."

At that the smile on Jocelyn's lips deepened, "Yes."

Paige added, "Miss Murphy, what about your family? Is everything different from what we expected?"

"No." Jocelyn said indifferently.

"That's good, in that case, why don't we come out tonight to celebrate? To Everland Bar?"

"I want to stay home with my dad, take a rain check then. You'll have to do more work with X

Entertainment." Jocelyn said.

She was in a better mood, but her father was not, she still wanted to spend more time with him at this

juncture.

......

After chatting with Paige about work for a while longer, Jocelyn hung up the phone and logged onto

Weibo.

As soon as she went up, she saw that Joseph was detained in the second place of the hot search, just

like that, pressed by that hot search of Gloria.

The topic was followed by the same striking word.

She clicked in with interest, and the first item that caught her eye was the news released by the official

blog of a major news app, about Joseph being exposed for buying the murder of Jocelyn's husband.

The image in the comment section caused extreme comfort.

"This Joseph is hopeless! Allegedly buying and beating someone? I think we can be more confident

and remove the word alleged."

"???? What is this behaviour again? I don't want to see the words Joseph on the hot search anymore."

"Let's hope that various diseases will soon overcome this bastard, I really can't stand it!"

After reading the comments, Jocelyn stretched out comfortably, and then washed up, changed into a

white silk housecoat and walked out of the room.

Seeing the maid cleaning the corridor, Jocelyn asked in a soft voice, "Where is my father?"

"Master is in the study." A maid said.

"Has he eaten?" Jocelyn asked.

"No, Master said he didn't have an appetite."

Jocelyn let out a long sigh and nodded, then quickly went downstairs and into the kitchen.

Her father's favourite food was steak sandwiches, and she was going to make him two of them.

She put a few slices of toast into the toaster and warmed them up, then took out two steaks and

carefully pan-fried them until they were 70% done, sprinkling them with some salt.

It was only at this moment that she remembered, as an afterthought, the image of yesterday's cooking

at Noah's house.

The salt she sprinkled yesterday didn't seem to feel the same as it did today.

At that time, that seasoning box was filled with chicken essence, and two kinds of white powder.

She tasted one, and it was sugar, so she subconsciously thought the other was salt.

Was it really salt she was sprinkling?

She didn't taste it at all because she was quite confident in her own seasoning skills.

But Noah hadn't said anything at that time, so it must have been salt, right?

The toaster rang and the toast was warmed up.

She instantly withdrew her thoughts and started making her father's sandwich in earnest.

Once the sandwich was made, Jocelyn ground the coffee herself, boiled the caramel, brewed a cup of

her father's favourite caramel coffee and brought it together to the door of the study.

She knocked gently on the door, before gently pushing it in.

At the moment, Allen was standing in full view of the high-grade rosewood desk, seriously writing

calligraphy.

Behind him was the large, immaculate bookshelf, which occupies an entire wall.

A faint smell of ink permeated the large study.

Although he looked calm on the surface, Jocelyn knew very well that this was not the case in his heart.

Ever since she was a child, she had the impression that his father would only write calligraphy when he

was in an extremely irritable mood.

Seeing Jocelyn enter, Allen forced out a smile and looked at her lovingly, "Jocelyn, come and see if

Daddy's calligraphy has improved?"

The more he did so, the more Jocelyn's heart ached and the more guilty she felt.

She immediately carefully put the things on the desk, and then went to Allen's side, hugged him tightly

and said, "If you're not in a good mood, I'll accompany you out for a walk after breakfast. I'll go with you

to do whatever you want."

"I'm not in a bad mood."

"Don’t lie. I've made you your favourite steak sandwich and your favourite caramel coffee, go and wash

your hands and we'll have breakfast together."

"No matter how hard it is, you still have to eat after all." Jocelyn whispered softly.

Allen's heart immediately warmed.

Jocelyn was better than Gloria in every way.

Gloria hadn't given him a phone call since she was released from prison, not to mention caring whether

he ate or not.

"Okay, I know." Allen said.

"Jocelyn, Joseph hit Noah, what's going on?" Allen asked.

"Did you read Weibo?"

"Yes."

Jocelyn let go of Allen and looked at his face in response, "He dislikes my husband."

"What an animal!" Allen said in a cold voice.

"Alright, Dad, just don't be angry." Jocelyn said.

"Can I not be angry? The day after tomorrow, your sister will return to home, let Noah come to the

house for dinner then." Allen added.

This was their custom in Flento City, a daughter who had gotten married needed to make a trip back to

her mother's house on the third day after she got married.

"Okay, Dad, you hurry and wash your hands for breakfast." Jocelyn warmly and gently took Allen's arm,

and even pampered and coaxed him into the bathroom to wash his hands, and then sat together at the

desk to eat.

While they were eating, Jocelyn texted Noah about going home together in three days.

Noah replied with the word 'oaky'.

......

The world of the Steward family was as cold as a cellar.

"What a son I raised! Now he has caused trouble again! He even made the news!"

"Why on earth did he go and beat up Noah? Is he crazy?!"Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.