Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275

She was not going back to that life where the only reason for her existence was to become a
tool for John to vent his emotions!

She no longer wanted to have anything to do with this man!

She clenched her hands tightly and dug her nails into her flesh.

After a while, she took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. She readied herself and made a run fo
r it.

She was still wearing the gown provided by the confinement center. The moment she
bolted out from behind the pillar, she heard someone crying out from inside the confinement center
in a voice colored with shock, “That looks like Miss Sherry!”

Everyone turned to look.

John immediately shoved Caprice who was still crying into the arms of Aunt Wanda. Then, he threw the
glass door open and chased after Sherry.

His figure zoomed in the direction Sherry ran toward like a flash of lightning.

He was rapidly shortening the distance between the two of them.

He was only several meters away from catching up to her. It seemed a matter of seconds before
he would seize her by the collar but at that crucial
moment, he heard a sharp honk blaring from beside him.

A car suddenly swerved in out of nowhere and came in between himself and Sherry.



He grimaced and had to come to a stop to avoid being run

over.

Only now did he realize that the chase had taken them
to a busy intersection. The pedestrian light had turned red and countless cars were accelerating across
the intersection without the slightest intention of stopping for him.

In a matter of seconds, Sherry had bolted to the opposite end of the intersection.

He balled his fist and roared, evoking a primal rage from the depths of his existence. “Sherry!”

Sherry, who was on the opposite side of the intersection, froze as she looked back at him.

John stood and stared at her,
a raging current of cars separated the two of them like a raging river at high tide.

Despite the distance between the two of them, she could recognize his appearance at
just one glance. She also detected the burning rage seething within him.

His demeanor was a complete departure from his usual calm and collected self.

She felt her legs trembling underneath her when she saw him in this state.

However, these emotions were quickly suppressed by a burst
of anger. The thought of the injustice he had brought upon her immediately wiped away the very last tra
ce of fear inside her.

She took a deep breath and straightened herself
up. She turned around and continued walking down the road.

“Sherry, don’t you want your daughter?” John’s voice could be heard clearly despite the traffic.



Sherry stopped, gnashed her teeth, and continued pressing forward.

She heard his voice again. “Sherry! If you stop right now, I promise you that I’ll forgive the debt you owe
me!”

Sherry grimaced and continued her advance. She was not going to stop for him.

In the blink of an eye, she vanished from John’s sight.

John frowned. As soon as he saw the long–awaited green light, he charged across the intersection.

It was too late.

By the time he reached the other side, there was no sign

of Sherry anywhere. How was he supposed to know which path she had taken?

He froze like a pillar in the middle of the street, his eyes began to turn red underneath the gold–
framed spectacles.

How could she walk away even after he promised to forget about everything that happened
between them?

How could she abandon her daughter? 2

Was she… Was she so determined to get away from him? 1

While John was at the confinement center, Sylvia and Odell were in a neighborhood near the academy.

Somehow, Madam Carter had
managed to stumble here after leaving the house last night. It was pure luck that a young lady saw her a



Since there was no way for the lady to get any useful information from Madam Carter concerning her rel

Sylvia and Odell only learned about Madam Carter’s whereabouts after the
police matched the profile description of the old lady and got in touch with them.

The good Samaritan lived in a rather aged apartment, but her place was relatively clean.

Her name was Shermaine. She was in her early twenties.

She had long weaving dark hair and fair
skin to match. Even without makeup, her features were delicate and pleasant to look at.

Another distinctive part of her was the way she smelled of paint. The moment she opened the door, Sylv


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