"Who is he?" The mayor rolled up his sleeves, without the slightest demeanor of an elite in the upper class. He walked back and forth, looking at Mrs. Vivian, who was silent on the edge of the bed. If the servant had not told him today that the physiological belt had not been used up, he would not have known this at all!

The physiological belt is a long cloth strip with pure cotton texture, filled with some substances that are easy to absorb water. It is a small thing for women to use during their menstrual period. The poor are relatively simple to use, just cloth strips, wash them and dry them after use, and put them away and continue to use them next time. However, for families with the mayor, this kind of thing is a consumable, and the servants will send new physiological belts over every month according to the reservation time.

But this time, the maid found that she had a lot of physiological belts last month and put them in the drawer. She knew that Mrs. Vivian might be pregnant, so she excitedly told the housekeeper the news. The servants at the family were actually a little worried. At the age of the mayor and Mrs. Vivian, there were no descendants, which was a very terrifying thing for the servants at the family, which meant that one of them could not complete the cause of continuation of the blood surname, which was devastating to the family.

If the owner of the family is older and unable to give birth to offspring, these servants will start to think about finding another way out. Instead of hanging themselves on a tree, waiting for the old owner to die of old age and take back their property by the family, and these people will be expelled by the family.

Therefore, the mistress's pregnancy is definitely a happy thing for all the servants in the family.

But the problem is... the seeds in Mrs. Vivian's belly are not the mayor's.

When the butler told Peter and congratulated him with a happy news, the above scene came.

Peter had a surging anger hidden in his cold eyes. He knew that Mrs. Vivian had found some little men outside to have fun, but he didn't care much. As early as when he met Mrs. Vivian, his ultimate goal was not love, but interests. He could allow Mrs. Vivian's romanticism or to allow her to fool around outside. All of this was the result of his deceiving Mrs. Vivian's should bear.

Just like himself, there were several mistresses outside, and he even had speculation about himself. The person who could not give birth to offspring was him. So this further aggravated his indulgence towards Mrs. Vivian, but there was one thing that Mrs. Vivian should not have feelings for anyone, nor should she be pregnant. This is an act that he could not tolerate and could not forgive.

He pressed his hand on the pure gold belt buckle, unbuttoned it, slowly pulled the belt off his waist, rolled his arms, revealing a piece of the end. Even though he was about to go crazy, he still retained the most basic reason. He knew that Mrs. Vivian could not be injured too seriously, let alone beat her to death. No matter how many years the old person lying on the bed could live, at least when he was alive, the mayor must bow to the authority in his hands.

He waved his arms vigorously, and the leather belt buzzed on Mrs. Vivian's arm with wind and howling sounds in the air. A blood mark suddenly appeared on the skin exposed to the air, which quickly became red and swollen.

"Bitch, tell me who did it! Otherwise, I will never let you have a good time today!" Peter's body trembled slightly as he spoke, but he controlled his emotions well. Instead of yelling, he gritted his teeth and roared with words. He waved the belt again and thrust hard on Mrs. Vivian's body. With a bang, the belt bent over when it touched Mrs. Vivian's shoulder and hit her back.

Peter rushed over and teared off Mrs. Vivian's clothes in anger, gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with fierce light, and he waved the belt in his hand again and again.

I don't know how long it took, Mrs. Vivian was covered in blood and was lying on the ground and panting. Peter's anger calmed down a lot. He threw off his deformed belt, put down his sleeves, tidied up his shirt, glanced at Mrs. Vivian on the ground, and pushed the door open. When the door was about to close, the mayor's voice came.

"I'll find that guy, even if you don't say a word!"

After a vent of rage and destruction, the mayor felt much better. He walked to the restaurant and sat down, asked the butler to bring him a glass of high-quality fruit wine, and put three ice cubes. He hooked his fingers, and the butler bent down and listened to his orders.

"How many people know about the wife's pregnancy?"

The indifferent tone and the mayor's ruthless eyes made the butler's heart beat. He whispered: "Three maids and a servant know about this news. I'll tell them not to spread it for the time being. It's not too late to discuss it after the news is confirmed."

"Well done!" The mayor pointed to the butler, took a red fruit from the fruit plate on the coffee table and threw it into his mouth, and bit it hard. The cold juice and the sweet and sour taste stimulated his taste buds. Some red juice like blood splattered out of his mouth and fell on the transparent coffee table. "Do you deal with these people and be careful of quietness. I don't want to hear anyone talking about this anymore. Do you understand?"

The butler's heart was thrilled. Although he was not sure why such instructions were found, as a butler, he decided to loyally perform the tasks assigned by his master.

"Call the lady's driver, I have something to ask him." The mayor waved his hand, and the butler bowed and left. Although there was some pity in his eyes, he was soon replaced by perseverance.

After a while, Mrs. Vivian's full-time driver stood in front of the mayor with some slight ease. Although he was Mrs. Vivian's full-time driver, he rarely had the chance to meet the mayor, the big man. Even if the two were husband and wife, they rarely had the same action. He lowered his head uneasy and called "Mayor".

Peter raised his legs, and the "activity" just now made him feel an unprecedented sense of comfort. At this moment, a smile appeared on his face, "Where is Mrs. Vivian's most common place recently?"

The driver didn't dare to lie. He felt that he was about to breathe when he stood here. How could he dare to lie?

"Mrs. Recently, she often goes to the Delier Art Museum. She often buys some paintings or works of art to come back."

Mayor Derell knew this person. From the first day he came to Tener City, he knew this person. He had friends in the capital. Derell had some problems with his personal morality there and was kicked out. He had to settle it in a small city like Tener, selling some so-called "artworks". Mrs. Vivian got a lot of things from him, and some mayors even asked someone to see it, and finally got a comment that was "worthless".

However, seeing that Mrs. Vivian was very passionate about art and also held a tea party for precious girls at Delier, he turned a blind eye to it. No matter how much money he spent, it was not his. He didn't need to feel sorry for the money that was not his.

But Delier..., no, not him!
Chapter completed!