The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 109

“There’s no need to cut off her support. Everything Alexia has now is what Charles paid for with his life—that’s exactly what Yves ought to do.”

Lindsay drew the lines very clearly. Yves supporting Alexia was only right and proper.

But that didn’t mean Lindsay wouldn’t get her own revenge on Alexia for what happened in her past life. That, too, made perfect sense.

The two things didn’t conflict at all. Yves could keep helping Alexia; Lindsay could keep making her pay.

“But if you keep supporting Alexia, sooner or later you and Yves are bound to clash over it.”

“You still don’t get it, do you?” Lindsay’s tone was calm but cool. “Supporting Alexia isn’t what causes friction between us. It’s his attitude.”

Cheryl’s eyes widened in sudden understanding. Of course! A woman spends her whole life chasing after the right attitude from a man.

“Got it.” Cheryl grinned, then changed the topic. “But when did you get a film company?”

“It’s not mine. It’s a friend’s.”

A shadow flickered across Lindsay’s gaze. In her last life, marrying Lester had driven a wedge between her and her friend. When she was later humiliated, she’d been too ashamed to ask for his help.

She did a quick mental calculation—he should be coming back soon.

“Which friend? What’s the company called?” Cheryl pressed, full of curiosity. As far as she knew, Lindsay’s social circle was tiny—she could count her friends on one hand.

Lindsay, friends with a film company owner? Could it be… him?

“Why are you interrogating me? I’m not allowed to have accomplished friends?” Lindsay shot back.

Cheryl laughed sheepishly. “Of course you are. I was just curious, that’s all.”

“Too nosy! By the way, it’s already two in the afternoon and you’re still here. Don’t you have work?”

“I took the day off, actually. My main project today is keeping you company.”

“What a saint you are.”

Utterly foolish.

“Yeah. After that fight we had, the Quigley family threw some big dinner party. I chose Yves…”

“Are you out of your mind?” Before Lindsay could finish, the man exploded. “So you jumped from one fire straight into another? Yves is practically a vegetable, and you’re in a hurry to marry him?”

“Is being a Quigley so important to you? Can’t you just stand on your own two feet and support yourself?”

“It’s not like that… Yves is actually a decent guy. And he’s awake now.”

The other end of the line fell silent. After a long pause, his voice came back, quieter. “You woke Yves up?”

“I’m not that miraculous. If you’d been here, maybe things would’ve been different.”

“Quit the nonsense! Even marrying Yves isn’t a good idea. What’s so great about the Quigley anyway?”