Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife Chapter 1128

Chapter 1128 The most prosperous central business district of Glanchester. This was where Stockton
Tower was located. Meanwhile, a meeting was going on ina spacious conference room.

The man, who had just gotten hitched that afternoon, sat on the head of the table dressed in a suit.

Sitting at the foot, a group of executives took turns to take the floor and report on the numbers.

Beep.

Suddenly, John’s phone on the table vibrated.

The executives immediately closed their mouths and quietly stared at John.

Having glanced at the caller ID, John picked up the phone and smiled at them.

“Excuse me.

I need to take this call.

Please give me a sec.” The group smiled in return.

John got up and exited the conference room.

Placing the phone against his ear, he asked, “What did she do again?” On the other line, the bodyguard
was truthful with his reply.

“Ms.

Fowler’s refusing food.”

John furrowed his brows.



Refusing food? Instead of giving her bread and canned vegetables , John had instructed that a
sumptuous meal be prepared for her.

Yet, she was refusing to eat.

Was she going on a hunger strike? With a smirk, he responded, “Give her something extra.” Avilla in
the suburbs.

Sherry continued to remain in her sitting position without casting a glance at the dining table.

1 Time went by, and soon the footsteps of the maid drew close.

The scent of alcohol wafted in the air before she could even turn her head to thesource of the sound.

It was the aroma of fine wine.

The wine bottle had clearly been cracked open! Unable to resist, Sherry looked over.

The maid carried a tray holding a decanter filled with wine and a wine glass.

Finally getting Sherry's attention , the maid beamed as she said, “Come and enjoy the food, Ms.

Fowler.

You should eat it while it's still warm.” Sherry clenched her fists.

She had a drinking problem.

Nevertheless, thanks to John detaining her at the Stockton residence for more than a year, Sherry had
pretty much kicked her addiction to alcohol Although Sherry was tempted to drinkthe wine, she was not
bothered if she did not.



Turning her head away, Sherry fixed her gaze somewhere else.

The maid was dumbfounded.

She had thought that Ms.

Fowler would start eating if the wine was brought out.

Placing the wine on the table, the maid tried to get Sherry’s attention.

Seeing that she could not get a reaction from Sherry, the maid walked away.

Silence returned to the living room.

It was unclear how much time had gone by, but drowsiness eventually swept over Sherry.

She got up, lay down on the sofa, and hugged a pillow to sleep.

The quietness served as a lullaby, lulling her into a deep sleep.

Eventually , a sudden flurry of footsteps from the front door broke the silence.

The oncoming footsteps stopped in front of the girl.

Sherry was lost in deep slumber.

Then, she was picked up from the sofa.

Sherry winced and opened her eyes to find herself being carried into a bedroom.

Who else was lifting her if not for John? Sherry was kicking up a fuss to get down when he flung her to
the bed.



With his slender figure towering over her, John clutched onto her chin and stated with a smile, “Don’t
even think about threatening me with ahunger strike.

Dying of hunger won't get you out of here." Giving him a bitter smile, Sherry glaredat him.

"I'd rather starve to death than be your mistress!" Huh.

Amused, John burst out laughing.

“You? Starve to death? When pigs fly." Sherry was silent.

Her rage could be seen in her flushed face.


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