MASTER ODELL’S SECRET EX-WIFE - Season 3 Episode 62

It was windy at Cloudy Heart Lake, yet there was a brightly lit yacht parked at the side.

Due to the cold weather, only a few souls would pass this place.

Edmund and several of his men were among the few.

Ned, Harry, and Lloyd had thick puffer jackets on with their hands pocketed as they clumped together due to the cold.

Edmund stood further away from them, wearing only a handsome suit coupled with a giant coat and a pair of sparkly leather shoes. His towering figure stood straight as a rock as he gazed further away. Several black MPVs drove in from the freeway and stopped before him. The lights from the car shone directly on his face.

A group of more than twenty well-trained bodyguards came down from the cars.

Edmund narrowed his eyes due to the brightness and also the sudden appearance of these people. Ned, Harry, and Lloyd, who were squatting down further away, also got up and went over.

It was then that a black sports car roared in from further away. It shuttled through the MPVs and stopped in front of the fleet with a screech.

Cliff ran over and opened the door respectfully.

Odell’s towering figure emerged from within. His frosty eyes were locked on Edmund.

Surprised, Edmund tightened his lips into a grin and said, “Master Carter, what brings you here? I mean if you want to enjoy the night breeze, just come alone. Why the army?”. Odell strode up to the side of

the lake and saw the well-lit yacht. He asked, “Is Sylvia onboard?”

Edmund’s frivolous expression changed and said, “Syl is not here yet. What do you, the ex husband, want with her?”

Odell furrowed his brows and shot his frosty glare at Edmund. In return, Edmund wore an evil grin as he locked eyes with him.

“Master Carter, I’m going to confess to Syl, so please bring your men away. If there’s anything urgent, you can tell me and I’ll make sure to convey the message when she’s here.”

Odell grunted heavily. “If you still want to make a living in Westchester, steer your broken yacht away and take your men with you.” The evil grin on Edmund turned into a icy stare.

Ned, Harry, and Lloyd came over.

At the same time, the twenty-odd bodyguards behind Odell marched forward with an

intimidating presence. Things started to get tense. Edmund raised his hand to stop his men from acting rashly.

Then, he grinned at Odell and said, “Master Carter, Syl is your ex-wife and you’ve got a girlfriend now. I heard you divorced her because of your current girl, right? I mean, if you can get a woman for yourself, why can’t you allow your ex-wife to get a man for her own?”

Odell curled his lips into a cold grin. “Edmund, my patience is running low. You have ten minutes to take the yacht away.’ “Odell Carter, do you still have feelings for Syl?” Edmund scoffed. “Hmph. You call yourself the elite of the upper class, but you act like those f*ckboys who f*ck around with all the women.”

Odell’s already sullen expression got grimmer.

At the next moment, with his lifted lips, he gave an order to Cliff behind him. “Wreck the

yacht.”

Cliff nodded and signaled the bodyguards behind him. The army of men marched forward fiercely. Ned, Harry, and Lloyd went up to Edmund. Ned asked in a small voice, “Master Price, what are we going to do?” Edmund reacted with seething resentment and grievance as he glared at Odell. Odell’s grin remained as he looked down on Edmund with a scornful expression.

It was then a clear woman’s voice sounded.

“Odell? Why are you here? What is this about?”

Sylvia tiptoed from the surrounding crowd and saw the baffling scene. She was shocked. She was just here to treat Edmund to dinner, so why did Odell show up with his army of men?

The surrounding crowd opened up a way for Sylvia. Her arrival attracted Odell’s gaze, and when she met his eyes, she quivered. Edmund went up to her with a smile. “Syl, let’s go. I’ll bring you somewhere else for dinner.”

Before Sylvia could answer, several bodyguards came and stopped him.

Odell then strode over to her, looking at her with frosty eyes. Sylvia instinctively faltered as he approached in an intimidating manner.