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Chapter 1 Throw Away

Early in the morning, at the entrance of the prison gates.

"Jessica Taylor, after leaving this place, live well and I hope you never come back, let alone look back," said the prison guard close to her ear, low volume.

Then, with a bang, the prison gate closed, and smoke and dust rose from the ground, completely cutting off Jessica's five-year nightmare.

The piercing cold wind blew, but Jessica still wore the same white T-shirt and blue jeans she had on when she was imprisoned. She stared blankly at the outside world, feeling nothing despite the cold.

It had only been five short years since she was imprisoned, but the world had been changing so rapidly that it had become almost unrecognizable to her. How could she live well in this unfamiliar world?

Moreover, she didn't even have a place to take a shower then.

She was so cold that her lips turned pale. Should she go back to that place?

But that place would never accept her again.

Yet, she was still that person's wife, wasn't she?

Even though on the day she was imprisoned, they had forcibly signed a divorce agreement.

Before she could think it through, she found herself dazedly standing in front of a place, the Davis family's villa!

Jessica had not thought of continuing to live there, but her belongings from five years ago were still there, and she just came to take them away. It should not cause that man to be angry again, just such a small request.

Standing outside the villa, before she could press the doorbell, a former servant recognized her and asked, "Oh my, isn't this Mrs. Davis? Why are you standing outside in such cold weather?"

"Mrs. Davis? Mr. Davis divorced her five years ago," exclaimed another servant. "She's the one who killed Mr. Davis' mother. How could Mr. Davis let such a wicked woman continue to be our mistress?"

"What? She killed Mr. Davis' mother? Wasn't it said that she was hit by a car?" asked the first servant.

"She drove the car to hit her," replied the second servant. "She should have been sentenced to death, but the Taylor family is powerful and has only one daughter. I don't know what kind of methods they used behind the scenes, but they actually reduced her sentence to five years. In my opinion, a villain like her should die tens of thousands of times."

The third servant clicked their tongue and said, "Anyway, she sat in jail for five years. You know, prison is a place where they don't spare anyone. The young master also hates her to the bone. This kind of torment may be more unbearable than dying tens of thousands of times. Stay away from such a person, or you'll get bad luck."

Various sarcastic and cutting words pierced through Jessica's eardrums like a sharp knife. Although she should have been numb long ago, when she heard the phrase "Mr. Davis hates her to the bone," her heart couldn't help but tremble fiercely.

Jessica felt heartbroken to the point of suffocation. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, the door of the villa suddenly opened. Two bodyguards rushed out first, followed by a man who was handsome as a Greek god.

He was holding a phone in his slender hand, his handsome face filled with anxiety that was inconsistent with his usual demeanor.

But in an instant, he looked up and his gaze met Jessica's.

William Davis! At this point, Jessica's heart was still trembling for this name. But unlike five years ago, she no longer had the teenage infatuation she once had. She dared not let herself become infatuated anymore.

She was no longer the girl who followed him around every day, and he was no longer the indifferent boy who walked past her every day with a school bag on his back. They were separated by a loss of life between them.

His mother's life!

He hated her to the bone and wanted to crush her into dust.

As expected, when William saw Jessica, his knuckles seemed to explode with intense hatred. He couldn't help but throw his phone at her and coldly shouted to the bodyguards, "Did I employ you people to have a party? Get rid of this filthy thing!"

Afterwards, he quickly got into his car, as if even looking at Jessica would dirty his eyes.

Jessica's face turned pale without a trace of blood. Her strength seemed to have been drained, and the next second, the bodyguards had already rushed over and threw her out of the villa.

"William --"Jessica couldn't help but whisper, but what she didn't expect was that her almost inaudible voice caused the luxury car, which had already driven away, to start backing up.

"Get her onto the car for me!" commanded William, who somehow changed his mind. Despite his icy disdain and hatred towards Jessica, he opened the car door and instructed the bodyguards. "Now!"

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