Chapter 128 Strong Deep Love (3)_1

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Chapter 128 of "Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law" opens presenting: She’s not that easy to bully! Calling her first thing in the morning to warn... Don’t stop now!

She’s not that easy to bully! Calling her first thing in the morning to warn and accuse her! Did Diana Powell really think she couldn’t live without Nicholas Coldwell? Did she think she loved Nicholas Coldwell so much that she couldn’t live without him? It’s truly laughable. Did Diana Powell think that by stealing Nicholas Coldwell, I, Julia Bluen, wouldn’t be able to go on? That I wouldn’t mind Nicholas’s betrayal and would still maintain an ambiguous relationship with him? "Julia Bluen, you have no shame, calling my husband in the middle of the night! What now? Just because you’re the second young miss of the Bluen Family and Mr. Horne’s niece, you think you’re above everyone else? You think you can seduce another woman’s husband? Let me tell you, Nicholas truly loves me. To him, you were just a fling," Diana Powell was so incensed by Julia’s barrage of retorts that she lost all reason. Even though Julia’s words had struck a raw nerve and she was scared to death, Diana stubbornly maintained a brave front, deceiving herself. "Mrs. Coldwell, if you really want to issue a warning, you’d better warn your own husband. He was the one who called me. Didn’t you see clearly? It was definitely an outgoing call, not an incoming one. So, the problem lies with your husband. Don’t drag me into it. I don’t have time to get entangled in your marital drama. It’s tedious." Julia Bluen snorted coldly. On the other end, Diana Powell was suddenly speechless. She quickly scrolled through Nicholas’s call log; indeed, it was an outgoing call, not an incoming one. Although she knew Julia was right, Diana remained defiant and warned fiercely, "Regardless, from now on, you are not allowed to answer Nicholas’s calls. Nicholas is mine, Diana Powell’s! I’m not afraid of your Horne Family’s backing; I’ll make sure you can’t stay in Upper Class Society." "HAH!" Julia Bluen scoffed heavily. Does Diana Powell really think she alone could prevent me from remaining in Upper Class Society? "Answering the phone is my freedom. If you want me to stop answering your husband’s calls, you’d better confiscate his phone, delete my number, and erase me from his heart." Julia Bluen no longer wanted to have anything to do with Nicholas Coldwell. She was already Mrs. Glades Horne. Whether Nicholas Coldwell had wronged her in the past, or whether she couldn’t forget the pain he had caused, she didn’t want to dwell on it. But hearing Diana’s shameless words ignited a fire within her, prompting her to deliberately say such things to infuriate Diana. The ones who had wronged her were that shameless couple, and yet they were the ones to come and accuse her. How could there be so many shameless people in this world? Did they really think the earth would stop spinning without them? The earth revolves every day and absolutely won’t stop for anyone’s absence. "You..." Diana Powell was so furious she didn’t know what else to say. She was the one being unreasonable. Julia Bluen was completely justified. "Sorry, Mrs. Coldwell, I have to eat breakfast. Hanging up now." Julia Bluen’s last sentence carried a hint of mockery, implying that if she continued talking to Diana Powell, she would be too disgusted to eat her breakfast. That comment made Diana Powell stomp with anger. It was the first time she realized Julia Bluen wasn’t easy to mess with. After hanging up on Diana Powell, Julia Bluen sneered, "They really think Julia Bluen is easy to bully? If they provoke me, I can make their Cosmos Group disappear from the business world. They’re mistaking a quiet tiger for a sick cat!" "If you’re so capable, then keep a better eye on your own husband and stop him from harassing me with his calls. I’d like to see how long your marriage can last!" Julia Bluen muttered. She tossed her phone carelessly onto the bar counter, stood up, and intended to pour herself a glass of red wine. As she turned, she bumped into Glades Horne’s chest, nearly screaming in fright. Once she saw it was Glades Horne, she quickly patted her chest and said petulantly, "Why were you standing here so quietly? You gave me quite a scare!" Glades Horne looked down at her, his gaze as inscrutable as ever, a stark contrast to his gentle demeanor of the past few days. His lips were pursed tightly. Ever since they left on their honeymoon, he had rarely pursed his lips. Seeing him do it again now, Julia Bluen felt particularly helpless, knowing that a pursed lip from him signaled his mind was racing. "Feeling guilty?" Glades Horne’s voice was cool and detached as it escaped his pursed lips, his gaze fixed on Julia Bluen’s oval face. Noticing Julia was still in her robe, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. His deep voice, betraying none of his emotions, said, "You got up and didn’t even change. You should wear more layers. Luckily, there’s heating in here, or you’d freeze." "Guilty about what? You must have heard my call, didn’t you? That mad dog came looking for trouble herself. I haven’t done anything to wrong you," Julia Bluen retorted, poking Glades Horne’s chest in annoyance. His silent presence by her side meant he had been awake for a while. Maybe he had woken up the moment I started taking Diana Powell’s call. "It was Ms. Powell, wasn’t it?" Glades Horne replied with a faint smile, his expression softening. He wasn’t doubting her; he was angry. However, he was accustomed to remaining silent when angered and rarely showed it. Nicholas Coldwell and Diana Powell had wronged his Julia first, and now they even dared to keep calling and harassing her. How could he not be angry? It seems it’s time for my next move. I’ve said it before: I won’t let anyone who hurts my Julia get away with it. "Yes. Nicholas Coldwell called yesterday, didn’t he? I guess she checked his phone, saw the call log, and then called to warn me. It’s hilarious, really. She can’t even control her own husband, yet she has the nerve to blame me." Just thinking about receiving that kind of call first thing in the morning made Julia Bluen fume. A glint of icy resolve flashed deep in Glades Horne’s eyes, but he merely responded in a deep voice, "Truly shameless." "Exactly." Julia Bluen agreed, feeling as if she’d found a comrade-in-arms. "Go change your clothes. The service staff will bring breakfast in soon." Glades Horne put his arm around her, leading her toward the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, he fetched clothes for her. While Julia Bluen went into the dressing room to change, he walked out to the balcony, took out his phone, and dialed a number. Once the call connected, he said in a low voice, "Helen Griffin, it’s me, Glades. I have a favor to ask you."

Chapter 128 Strong Deep Love (3)_1

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