Heart Hunting

In the car, she crumples the paper bag.

A middle-aged woman dares to take Kenny from her? What is she? What does she have? She even married four men!

"It’s here, Miss."

Ethel gets back to her mind. She glances at the house through the window of the car, then gets out of the car and walks alone to the two-story house.

Even if the design of the small villa is special and the appearance is beautiful, she has no intention to appreciate it. She presses the doorbell crazily again and again, as if the doorbell is Jean.

The annoying doorbell keeps ringing. Jean is not used to getting up early. She is annoyed by the noise. "Who comes so early in the morning?" She gets out of bed helplessly, puts on a thin coat and goes downstairs to the door.

As the doorbell keeps ringing, Jean frowns and opens the door.

Looking at the strange woman in front of her, she is slightly shocked, "who are you?"

"You are Jean?" Ethel doesn't answer her question but asks.

"Who are you?" Jean starts to be on guard. The strange woman's eyes are not right. There is a little jealousy mixed with anger in her eyes?

directly throws the photos playing golf and the magazine to Jean, and she asks, "is this woman you?"

Ethel shouts so loudly.

at the photos and is a little confused. The woman in the photo playing golf is herself. No wonder Kenny left suddenly that day. He was probably aware that someone was

in the magazine is just looks like her appearance. Jean thinks,

sleepiness is all dissipated. She throws the magazine and

covers her face. "How dare you to throw them on me?"

like an angry lion. Oh no, she is a kitten at best.

puts her hands around her chest and responds defiantly, "Yeah, I did it. But so what? Who the hell are you? Why should I be polite to you?"

Kenny's fiancee! You shameless bitch,

puts on a flirtatious pose, "I am charming and I am capable. Let's just talk about the appearance..."

She glances at Ethel. "You seem

strictly controls her figure. Even if she doesn't talk about her looks,

beat Jean by speaking, she directly use her hands.

claws, but Jean is not a soft persimmon either. She grabs Ethel's hands and slaps

is for you to see clearly who you are talking to. You dare to hit me? Too overrating of yourself."

"Ah..." Ethel yells frantically. Her strength is much less than

at all. With little efforts, Jean hits her onto the ground,

"I'll show you who is shameless!"