The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 92 Mandy Ainsley's Scheme

At night, in the bedroom.

"Luke, I really wasn't involved in what happened with Susan,” Mandy said quietly.

"I know," Luke sighed. "Mandy, you've been wronged. I will try my best to reduce the impact of this incident. But with my mom and Charlotte..."

"Luke, it’s not that I want to be upset at mom and Charlotte," Mandy said aggrievedly. "I can take the blame for them. They are your family, so I'll treat them as mine. It is only natural for me to help them. It’s just that... I don’t want you to misunderstand me."

Mandy looked at Luke eagerly, "Now, all that I want to do is manage our relationship well. I didn't even think of bringing Susan into this."

"I know," Luke said.

Mandy bit her lower lip, "I may be a little unreasonable and a little stubborn at times. But Luke, I really do like you. I know you still have feelings for Susan. I can wait, but I just hope that you can at least give me the chance to wait for you."

Luke looked at Mandy’s lovable face, and his eyes flashed with complicated emotions.

Sensing that Luke’s attitude had softened, Mandy took a step closer and grabbed his hand, "Luke, tonight, can

you..."

"I have some documents to process tonight, so I will probably need to sleep in the study room. You should rest first," Luke interrupted her.

Mandy's eyes flashed with anger, but she still kept a soft smile, "Okay."

Mandy’s understanding attitude made Luke feel a little guilty.

He caressed her supple hair and said gently, "Mandy, I know this is unfair to you. If you see anything you like, just feel free to buy it with my credit."

"Okay," Mandy nodded and sent Luke off.

Once Luke left, her smile vanished.

A wretched and gloomy expression crossed her face.

Luke still liked Susan. If Mandy could, she would love t o torture Susan in the most painful way possible.

But she couldn't.

At this point, the most important thing was to guard her relationship with Luke. If she really did something to Susan, Luke would be unhappy with her.

So, things were going the way it should. With the help of Madam Jenkins and Charlotte to torture Susan, she just needed to put on an innocent face.

Recalling what just happened, Mandy smiled subconsciously.

Mandy did not know why Lynn Cheney suddenly accused her of framing Susan, but she did not care about her reputation on the outside.

What mattered the most was establishing her innocent image among those around her. Like Luke.

Now that she had been wronged, Luke felt bad for her and treated her much more gently.

With Luke backing her up, Madam Jenkins could no longer treat her condescendingly.

Overall, Mandy was quite satisfied with how she took the situation to her advantage.

The only regret was that she was not able to keep Luke for the night.

However, it was fine. She had plenty of time. One day, Luke would be hers entirely.

Mandy thought to herself triumphantly, i

"Mom, what do we do now?" Charlotte could only rely o n Madam Jenkins for help.

Madam Jenkins gritted her teeth, "I think someone’s helping Susan behind the scenes."

"Who could it be?” Charlotte couldn’t help but ask.

"Who else would have such huge control over the radio network? Who else could make a trivial reporter start gossiping about the Jenkins and the Ainsleys in public?" Madam Jenkins looked at Charlotte.

Charlotte blanked out for a while, then said dejectedly, "It’s Julian Shaw."

After a while, Charlotte asked, "Since Lynn Cheney put the blame on Mandy, does it mean that Julian Shaw doesn't know it's us who did it?"

"It's hard to say," Madam Jenkins gritted her teeth." But if that's the case, our plan to target Susan must be delayed. If we get caught by Julian Shaw, it won't be easy to escape again."

Charlotte nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile...

Susan also saw the column that Lynn Cheney participated in.

Lynn Cheney apologized to her publicly once again, and then ambiguously hinted that it was Mandy Ainsley who instructed her to frame Susan.

Susan was quite shocked by that.

She always felt that it was Madam Jenkins' doing.

But, regardless, as long as this matter could come to a n end, she was too lazy to bother about it.

Concerned about the interior design competition, Susan ate in a hurry and buckled down to work on her drawing.

She was going all out for the million-dollar prize.

That night, she was going to finish her first draft.

In the dead of the night, Susan’s eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Unknowingly, she fell asleep before her laptop.

The door opened softly.

A figure approached Susan.

He looked at Susan’s tired expression and carefully bent over to carry her in his arms.

Susan woke up immediately and looked at him with dazed eyes. 1

"Julian?" Susan was shocked by who she saw.

Julian kept quiet and looked at her.

Susan rubbed her eyes in disbelief, "Am I dreaming?”

Then, she reached out her hand to pinch Julian's cheek.

Julian's expression turned gloomy immediately.

What was this stupid woman doing?

Julian was just about to speak, but Susan muttered," The texture is a little too hard, it's not really nice to pinch."

Julian was dumbfounded and amused.

He looked at the woman in his arms, and a subtle smile crossed his face.

He bent over and whispered next to Susan’s ear, "I have something harder, do you want to touch it?"

Susan was stupefied. Suddenly, her face flushed red and she tried to jump out of Julian's arms.

Julian held on to her tightly.

Realizing that her resistance was futile, Susan glared a t Julian in embarrassment, "You... how can you trespass private property!"

"Trespassing? I don't think so. The owner of this house handed the key to me in person," Julian said calmly.

"Seth Leeds!" Susan gritted her teeth angrily.

"Yep! It’s Seth. If you're unhappy, you can settle it with him," Julian threw Seth under the bus without hesitation.

Susan bit her lips in frustration, "I will find him for sure. But can you put me down first."

"Of course," Julian said, then he carried her straight to the bed and laid her down.

Overwhelmed by his male scent, Susan said in embarrassment, "Julian, you are a rascal." 1

"Me? A rascal?" Julian raised his eyebrows, "You're the one who requested to be put down on the bed. I am merely obeying your instructions."

Was that what she meant?

Susan looked at Julian in painful regret, "If that's the case, I don't want it anymore." "It's too late," Julian took her into his arms.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only