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My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 883
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Chapter 883

Despite having studied abroad in her youth, Mindy was more or less acquainted with the wealthy heirs and

heiresses in the country.

She knew she was not even fit to have supper with a wealthy young man like Timothy, who took over Forlisle

Medical, much less become his girlfriend.

That follower told her they had a grudge against Timothy regarding business and did not want him to prosper. As

long as Mindy followed their directions to get close to him, she would be able to become his girlfriend.

To Mindy, it was like a golden opportunity falling from the heavens into her lap to receive help in approaching

Timothy without having to pay anything for it.

She agreed without hesitation. Several days later, she entered Imperial Club as per their arrangement and ran into

Timothy, who was exiting his private room.

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Mindy then brought him to the hotel. Unexpectedly, Timothy had a little too much to drink. In addition, his drink was

spiked, rendering him unconscious upon arriving at the room.

Mindy reported to her benefactor, then removed Timothy's clothes at their instruction. She then took a series of

photos and uploaded them onto her Instagram to show everybody they had slept together.

However, the photographs had not circulated on Twitter for very long before they were removed around the time

Timothy regained consciousness. Mindy did not gain a thing for her efforts.

However, the mysterious follower was not angry at the failure. They even paid Mindy a sum upon discovering that

she did not get her reward. Then, they contacted Mindy once more to have her pay Johanna a visit to the hospital.

In a fit of rage, Timothy had the art world blacklisted Mindy. However, her benefactor gave her another sum of

money and introduced her to the bigwigs in the entertainment industry.

The guilt and self-blame that had weighed heavily on Timothy finally dissipated when he realized that it was not him

who had come on to Mindy, nor did they even sleep together.

However, his expression was grimmer than ever.

He and Charlotte had been from the same social circle before, and the world knew the type of person he was very

well. Even his enemies in the business knew that the tactic of tempting him with women was futile.

Why did that person engage Mindy to seduce me?

After Mindy told Timothy everything, she became frightened at the intervening silence in which he merely scowled.

She fiddled with her phone and handed it to Timothy of her own accord. “I have recovered our chat on Instagram.”

Timothy took the phone and studied the follower's information. They did not register with their actual name, and

the information filled up was also most likely false. He then perused Mindy's bank statements and found two large

deposits made some time ago. The transfer payment originated from an overseas account.

He took out his phone and photographed the details of the mastermind's Instagram and overseas bank account.

Then, Timothy handed the phone back to Mindy. “Do not initiate contact with him. When he reaches out, take a

screenshot of his message and send it to me. Everything will be on you if I cannot locate him.”

Mindy's face turned even paler. Clutching her phone, she could only manage a nod.

After Timothy left the bar, he sent details of the overseas account to a hacker friend to ask for his help in

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investigating the owner of the account.

He then drove to Johanna's residential area and ground to a slow halt beside the gate.

Timothy walked up to the door and was about to press the doorbell when he realized the house was dark. Johanna's

bedroom was also not lit.

He glanced at his wristwatch and found that it was already midnight.

He stood and stared at the pitch-black bedroom for a long time. At last, he fell asleep in the car in his reluctance to

leave.

A nightmare tormented Timothy. He dreamt that the scoundrel, Hector, was holding his daughter with his other arm

around Johanna and taking them both to the airport. Timothy could not catch up to them no matter how hard he

tried, and he was forced to watch the plane take off. He spent his twilight years in misery without his wife and child.

Suddenly, a thumping sound startled Timothy awake. He took several sharp breaths, his forehead drenched with

sweat, before noticing the housekeeper outside his window.

He mopped his brow and winded down.

“Why didn't you ring the doorbell since you were here, Mr. Jensen?” The housekeeper came out for a look after

seeing Timothy's car outside the entrance through the surveillance cameras.

“Is my wife awake?” Timothy asked curtly.