Chapter 112 It Should Be
# Imperial Garden
Late at night, when all was quiet.
In Armando and Sherry's master bedroom, the lights were still bright.
Armando suppressed the urge to kick Sherry out of bed. Frowning, he said coldly, "Get off me."
"No."
After Armando fell asleep, Sherry had taken off her nightgown and climbed on top of him.
"Let me try. If it really doesn't work, we can go to the hospital. You can definitely be cured."
The two argued, neither willing to back down.
Armando felt a dull headache. He was a normal man, not actually impotent.
With her rubbing and grinding against him like this.
He could control himself, but he couldn't control his physical reactions.
Just as Sherry was about to succeed, Armando lifted her up and flipped her onto the bed beneath him.
His gaze fell on Sherry's face.
He said with emphasis, "The doctor already said it won't work. Why do you have to humiliate me like this?"
Sherry's pupils contracted slightly.
After a moment of silence.
She spoke, "I just want to try. Is that not allowed?"
Seeing she wouldn't listen to reason, Armando said coldly, "I'm going to sleep in the other room."
He got out of bed and quickly left the bedroom.
Sherry lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.
She felt anxious and confused.
Everything had been going so smoothly—how did it turn out like this?
She didn't want a sexless marriage.
Sherry raised her hand to look at the engagement ring on her middle finger and angrily pulled it off.
She threw the ring away.
After a while, she got out of bed to look for it.
It must be Elizabeth!
He must have regrets!
The whole impotence thing is just his excuse!
Sherry found the ring in the corner, her face twisted with anger.
She would destroy everyone around Elizabeth!
Sherry smiled coldly as she put the ring back on.
Elizabeth went to a bar to save Jessa—their relationship must be very close.
Two bitches.
Let's start with Jessa.
Sherry went to the nightstand, picked up her phone, and dialed a number with her slender fingers.
"You can come to Silverlight City now."
"Don't worry, no one will know about that incident."
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Morning.
Sherry came downstairs.
The nanny was holding Sloane. "Mrs. Johnson."
Sherry glanced at Sloane, who was staring with wide eyes, and left the house. Della, waiting in the car for Sherry, was startled when she saw Sherry's swollen eyelids as she got in.
"Did you stay up late last night? Today's show is a live broadcast, not a recording."
"I'll sleep for a bit. Wake me when we get there."
Sherry closed her eyes wearily, leaning against the seat.
Della didn't disturb Sherry. She only woke her when they arrived at the venue.
Their timing was perfect—Jessa had just gotten out of her car too.
Outside, fans were showing their support.
Jessa now had many fans; Sherry had relatively few.
Wearing sunglasses, Sherry glanced at the two bodyguards escorting Jessa inside, then quickly looked away.
Tonight was the final episode of "My Voice."
Jessa's stage presence was increasingly steady, and with songs written by Yvonne, the live atmosphere was enthusiastic.
Backstage, Sherry watched Jessa on stage, then turned to ask Della, "Do you think Yvonne could be Elizabeth?"
Della frowned. "Probably not. Elizabeth has always just been a secretary, hasn't she?"
Sherry thought about it and sneered. She figured she was probably overthinking it.
Elizabeth couldn't possibly have that kind of talent.
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Elizabeth went to work at TechStrong that morning.
When she walked into the company, she noticed her colleagues' glances seemed evasive.
Elizabeth was puzzled but didn't pay much attention.
When Yosef came to work and saw Elizabeth, he looked her over. "You're back at work? Is everything resolved?"
"Yes, it's resolved."
"Good. Make me a cup of coffee later, thanks."
"Okay."
When Elizabeth took time off, her work was handled by the assistant secretary.
"Ms. Penrose, people in the company have been saying you're a murder suspect."
Assistant secretary Mark Jordan mentioned this while going over work with Elizabeth.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. No wonder her colleagues' looks were so evasive this morning.
"Mr. Jordan, thank you for telling me."
"You're welcome."
Yosef didn't like hiring too many secretaries.
So in the entire chairman's office, there were only two secretaries: Elizabeth and Mark.
Elizabeth made coffee and brought it to Yosef, then left the office to work.
Although talking about colleagues' private matters wasn't allowed at TechStrong, some close colleagues would create small chat groups.
TechStrong couldn't control what they did in private chat groups.
"Ms. Penrose came to work today. Does that mean she's not actually a murder suspect?"
Otherwise, who would be in the mood to come to work?
"Probably."
"I told you, Ms. Penrose doesn't look like someone that ruthless."
"Still, it's pretty unlucky for her to be involved in something like this."
"Maybe there really is something wrong with her?"
"Wait! I just got a message from another colleague—Ms. Penrose has been arrested by the police again!"
News that Elizabeth, who had just come to work, had been handcuffed and taken away by police quickly spread throughout TechStrong.
Yosef called Timothy.
"Mr. Robinson, Elizabeth has been taken by the police. I don't know why."
"Thank you."
Timothy hung up, his expression cold. He quickly had Joe find out where Elizabeth had been taken.
He didn't even have time to change out of his doctor's coat. He told a nurse to get another doctor to cover his shift and hurried out of the hospital.
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10:30 AM, police station.
"Name."
"Elizabeth Penrose."
"Age."
The female officer asked Elizabeth questions one by one, her manner serious.
When the officer asked about Natalia, Elizabeth realized her arrest must be related to Natalia.
"Why did you transfer money to Natalia?"
"She traded a secret with me."
"What secret?"
"She told me I'm not Calista's biological daughter."
By the time Elizabeth finished giving her statement, exhausted, it was past noon.