Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 423: Can You Show Yourself Now?

Royal Court Bar.

Craig Landers was sitting in a private booth, drinking.

The amber liquid swirled lightly in the glass, his handsome face shrouded in dim lighting, adding to his allure.

The phone rang, his charming eyes glanced at it, his red-stained thin lips curled slightly.

"Speak."

"Mr. Landers, indeed the repair department’s technician saved the video from your brother’s phone. Not only did he save it, but he also shared it in his small circle. It spread rapidly, and soon everyone will know about this video."

Upon hearing the assistant’s report, Craig’s smile grew wider.

He knew Wright Landers would go to have his phone repaired.

But Wright didn’t know there was a bold video of him and Selena Taylor from yesterday.

Isn’t he refusing to divorce?

Then don’t blame him for exposing their private lives in this manner.

Craig hummed in agreement, then instructed, "Call Selena now and tell her I’ve been drinking heavily, calling her name repeatedly, and ask her to come to the Royal Court."

Selena was tormented badly by his brother yesterday, surely holding resentment.

He needed to take advantage of the moment to pry some words from her!

...

In the villa.

Selena sat on the bedroom sofa, her expression gloomy.

That bastard Wright—how long does he plan to keep her imprisoned!

The more she thought, the more she felt Craig was hundreds of times better than Wright.

At least he never treated her like this!

Craig was the man she wanted to spend her life with.

She longed to be with him!

The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.

She glanced at the caller ID, a trace of surprise in her eyes.

She knew this number; it was Craig’s assistant’s.

Why would he call her?

Selena immediately straightened up and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Miss Taylor, can you come to the Royal Court now?"

The assistant’s voice sounded anxious and hesitant.

Selena’s enchanting eyes flickered, "What happened, is Wayne in trouble?"

"Miss Taylor, Mr. Landers drank too much and has been calling your name. He’s been having stomach issues because of drinking, and I’m really worried something will happen again; can you come and help persuade him?"

The assistant pleaded.

Craig drank too much and kept calling her name?

And he claimed not to think of her?

Selena’s heart fluttered; she quickly said, "Got it, I’ll be right there; you keep an eye on him for me."

She hung up, took a deep breath, and quickly tidied her attire.

Realizing she was still confined to her home, she donned a cold expression, grabbed a fruit knife, and headed downstairs.

Downstairs, the servants saw her intending to go out and quickly stopped her.

"Madam, you can’t go out."

"Get out of my way."

Selena pulled out the fruit knife, aiming it at the blocking servant.

The servant was startled, exchanging glances with others.

Selena sneered coldly, wasted no more words, swiftly exited the villa’s front door, and drove away.

The villa’s servants hurriedly informed the busy housekeeper.

The housekeeper was shocked and hastened to call Wright.

Selena couldn’t care less; she stepped on the gas and sped off, quickly arriving at the Royal Court Bar.

Parking the car, she made her way to Craig’s exclusive booth with familiarity.

At that moment, Craig was leaning on the sofa, holding a bottle of alcohol, looking very drunk.

Standing beside him, his assistant was persuading him in a good-natured tone, only to be impatiently cursed at by him.

"Wayne."

Selena walked over and called out.

"Miss Taylor, you’re finally here."

Seeing Selena, the assistant pretended to be relieved.

Selena nodded slightly at him, signaling him to leave first.

The assistant glanced at Craig, his eyes flickering momentarily.

"Then I’ll trouble Miss Taylor to take care of Mr. Landers; call me if you need anything."

He had completed his task of bringing her here.

What Mr. Landers wanted to do next was up to him.

The assistant retreated, closed the door for both of them.

Selena looked at the man on the sofa, drunk beyond coherency, a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

"Wayne, it’s me, I’ve come."

She came.

The woman he loved the most came.

Craig, she only wanted to be with him!

Hearing Selena’s gentle voice, Craig lifted his drunken eyes, staring at her.

In the next second, he pulled her over, pushing her onto the sofa.

"Why have you come again? You cruelly killed my wife, how can you still show up in my dream!"

Craig’s breath was urgent, looking seriously intoxicated.

So he still thought he was dreaming?

Even in dreams, it’s her.

Selena was pleased inwardly, reaching out to hug his neck.

"Wayne, I know your feelings are conflicted right now, but you should know, the person I love is you. I don’t want you to be with other women; I want you to have only me in your heart forever."

That’s why she wanted to destroy Leia Quinn.

No one could snatch her man!

"So, you instigated Yuna Wynne to drug Leia Quinn to ruin her?"

Craig’s breathing halted, his eyes blood-red.

Selena laughed softly, leaning close to his ear, whispering, "Yes, not only did I ruin her, but I also tampered with her car. Only when she disappears forever can you belong solely to me."

She admitted it!

It was she who tampered with Leia Quinn’s car, leading her to plunge into the sea.

Craig’s aura turned cold, he pulled her hand from his neck.

"Selena, I didn’t expect you to be so malicious!"

Selena froze, seeing Craig’s cold and hostile gaze, her heart skipped.

"Wayne, you’re not drunk?"

His demeanor changed.

Could it be that he wasn’t drunk after all?

What was he doing just now?

Extracting her confession?

And she...

Recalling her frank admission to causing Leia Quinn’s death, her face turned pale.

"Of course I’m not drunk; if I were, how could I have heard your confession?"

Craig pulled out a recorder, his expression terrifyingly cold.

Selena’s face was as pale as paper.

"Wayne, what I just said isn’t true, I was just, just intentionally talking nonsense. Give me the recorder."

What did Craig want by extracting her confession?

Did he intend to send her to the police station?

"You can save those words for the police station."

Craig’s expression was grim as he pulled out his phone to call the assistant.

"No, don’t do this to me. Wayne, you love me; how could you be so heartless towards me?"

Selena attempted to snatch the recorder but was pushed away by Craig, falling to the floor.

"I love you? Selena, I was blind in my youth to be deceived by your appearance. Never mention love in front of me again because it makes me want to vomit."

Craig looked disgusted.

The assistant entered.

Craig ignored Selena’s cries, instructed the assistant to take her to the police station.

The door opened and closed again, returning the room to silence.

Craig walked to the window, gazed at the moon hanging in the sky, his tall figure filled with loneliness.

Wife, he avenged her; could she appear now?