My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 378 - 380: Don’t You Think You’re Sick?

Chapter 378: Chapter 380: Don’t You Think You’re Sick?

She thought that there might be something wrong with Frank Parker’s brain.

From the first time they met, he suspected her of having ulterior motives.

He believed that she had used some unspeakable means to deceive Ashton Heath into marrying her.

However, her marriage to Ashton Heath was clearly because Ashton had used Jeremy Lawrence’s surgery as a requirement, forcing her to go with him to get the marriage certificate at that time.

She was the one being coerced.

But why did all of their so-called friends think that she had schemed to seduce Ashton Heath?

Just because her family background was not as good as the Heath family, just because they were all of a higher social class than her, they thought that since a woman like her of her social class could marry Ashton Heath, she must have used some abnormal and disgraceful means.

For a moment, Joanna Lawrence was so angry that she laughed.

She had known for a long time that people were divided into social classes.

She also knew that it was difficult for people from different social classes to come together.

She knew even more that it was quite normal for those in the upper echelons to look down on people of other social classes.

But, even though she knew all this, being looked down upon by Frank Parker so bluntly, repeatedly being ridiculed, insulted, and despised, she couldn’t help but lose her temper.

She didn’t think she had ever offended him.

Just because her social class was lower than theirs, she should be despised and ridiculed by him like this?

On what grounds?

She didn’t owe him anything.

"Frank Parker, since we didn’t know each other before, then you probably don’t know much about me either, right?" Joanna took a deep breath, her eyes filled with anger, clenched fist glaring at the man in front of her, coldly saying, "I’ve thought it over and over, and I can’t remember when I ever offended you. After all, including this time, we’ve only met three times."

"Don’t you find this very bizarre?"

"What?" Frank Parker’s face darkened, his voice very cold.

Joanna sneered and said: "You don’t understand? Let me put it in another way, don’t you think you’re sick?"

A few shop assistants standing nearby gasped in surprise and admiration, glancing at Joanna.

Mr. Parker’s temper was notoriously bad.

The kind of violent temper that would make him want to beat people up without a word.

There were plenty of people who had been beaten by him.

Because of his prominent family background, he never worried about not having someone to back him up, so he was never afraid of causing trouble.

Others knew that if they offended Mr. Parker, they would have to endure being cursed and beaten by him.

Therefore, very few people dared to provoke him.

No one else had dared to scold him to his face, ever.

This seemingly gentle and delicate young woman was really... gutsy.

Miss Conway had just been scared away.

Looking at Frank Parker’s rapidly darkening face, the unfazed Joanna continued staring at him and asked coldly: "Do you really hate me that much? What’s the reason?"

"You must have a reason to hate someone. Can you please tell me what exactly I’ve done to provoke your disgust?"

Frank Parker’s eyes showed a violent mixture of anger and resentment. When Joanna said he was sick, he clenched his fists.

The anger inside his body was becoming hard to control, and was on the verge of swallowing his rationality.

It was a precursor to his illness.

Just when he was almost unable to control the anger inside him, suddenly, a faint sweet scent reached his nose.

In an instant, it felt like a cool breeze on a hot day, dissipating his inner anger significantly.

He hesitated, looking up with a puzzled expression.

Joanna took a step towards him, her anger making her dark, soft eyes brighter than ever due to the flames in their depths.