The lust of My Husband (Juliana and Benson) novel Chapter 297

Wendy couldn't figure it out. Was Miranda still alive?

It was impossible.

After all, she dug out Miranda's heart with her own hands and watched Miranda be cremated, which couldn't be fake.

Did Juliana know that Miranda was Randall and she had seen this painting, taking advantage of Miranda's death, she wanted to take the opportunity to make money?

Nor was it right. Juliana had no contact with Miranda at all.

Wendy couldn't figure it out. Timothy called at the moment.

Wendy pressed down the irritability in her heart, and her voice was soft, "Timothy."

Timothy's voice came from the other end of the mobile phone, "Wendy, what is comic plagiarism?"

He had never paid attention to these, but it was related to Wendy. Some words were ugly. Timothy was afraid that her heart couldn't stand stimulation, so he called to ask.

Wendy's voice was soft, "I don't know what happened. Maybe the manuscript leaked out at the beginning, and..."

Wendy paused, and her voice became more and more gentle, "Timothy, I didn't tell you the truth before. In fact, the drama" Golden Hall "was written by Miranda, and I came to draw it."

When she mentioned the word Miranda, Timothy only felt that his heart choked, and the gentle and alienated voice was gentle, "Miranda?"

Wendy heard the change in his tone and clenched her mobile phone hard.

But Miranda's voice was still soft, "Yes, don't you think the protagonist setting is familiar? Is it very similar to the four of us?"

The first beauty in the three worlds had no father or mother since childhood and had been bullied. She had been supported and helped by the male Master, the male Master, and the female Master.

The male Master was a scholar, gentle and courteous, but he was full of pity and alienation, not to mention that the male Master actually loved the female Master very much, but he couldn't show his heart.

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief, "Nice to hear that. I will solve this matter, but Miranda is gone, and I may not have evidence to prove it."

She smiled and comforted Timothy, "But you can trust me. If they really find some evidence, I will admit that I copied it."

After saying that, Wendy gave a cry.

Timothy asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

Wendy's voice trembled a little, "My heart hurts a little. Maybe Miranda also has a sense. It's fine now."

Miranda's heart hurt!

Timothy also felt distressed. He said seriously, "Have a good rest. I will solve this matter."