Chapter 18 Tony Wendys

Chapter 18 Tony Wendice

After dinner, Josie drove Margot home.

Margot's residence was a small manor in the real wealthy area of ​​North Chicago.

Looking at the empty manor and the lights of the servants' room.

Josie seemed to understand Margot's loneliness a little.

After giving Margot a gentle hug and watching Margot walk into the manor, Josie drove away.

What Josie didn't know was that Margot saw someone in the living room as soon as she walked into the manor.

The one who could appear here at this time could not be a stranger to Margot.

This person was none other than Margot's tennis star husband, Tony Wendice, who rarely stayed at home.

"What a rare guest! I thought you had forgotten that you had such a home." Seeing Tony, Margot was a little flustered at first, but soon calmed down and said sarcastically.

After all, what was there for her to panic about? She and Josie were innocent, at least until now, and apart from the polite hug, they had not done anything too intimate.

But she had seen the man in front of her countless times.

"Who is he?" Tony Wendice ignored Margot's sarcasm and asked stiffly.

"Just a friend, and what does it have to do with you?" Margot said disdainfully.

"I'm your husband, how can it have nothing to do with me?" Tony Wendice said angrily.

"Oh, you still know that you are my husband? How many days have you been by my side in the past year? If you hadn't appeared today, I would have almost forgotten that there is such a person as you!" Margot said sarcastically as she walked upstairs to the bedroom.

"I did that for work!!" Tony Wendice was a little angry and embarrassed in the face of Margot's constant sarcasm.

"Work? Oh, what a perfect excuse, then what? How much money did you make? How much money did you spend at home? In order to maintain your decent image, you even have to take a large sum of money from me every year! If that's all, it's fine, but where did you actually spend my money? That little star named Amy? Or that singer named Carly? Or those chicken farms?" Tony Wendice's words made Margot angry, and she refuted without any hesitation.

"You investigated me?" Tony Wendice was stunned after hearing Margot's words.

"Investigate? Do you think it's necessary? Do you think the things you did are very secret? There are many people who told me these things. Don't think that no one cares about me because my father died! Don't think that I can't live without you. Tomorrow I will let the lawyer draft a divorce agreement. Now, get out of my room!" Margot became more and more angry as she spoke, and directly made a harsh remark, and then slammed the bedroom before Tony could react.

"Hey, Margot (Margot's nickname), don't be like this, we can sit down and talk about it!" Tony Wendice panicked when he heard Margot mention her father's friends and said she wanted a divorce.

Just as Margot said, his current affluent life is not based on his status as a tennis star. The money he earned from participating in competitions or doing advertisements is not enough to support a lover, not to mention that he has two.

If they really want to divorce, with Margot's father's connections and Margot's property, he may not get a penny.

"Margot, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like that. Let's talk it over and I will definitely change." Tony Wendice kept knocking on the door to apologize, trying to ease the relationship between him and Margot.

As for whether this would be too embarrassing? He didn't care. As long as he didn't get divorced and could maintain his current affluent life, he didn't care if he lost face a little more.

But this time, he underestimated Margot's anger and determination. No matter how he tried to give in or apologize, Margot in the room ignored him completely.

He didn't dare to use force, because if he angered Margot even more, it would be troublesome.

Damn, Margot was not like this before! Thinking of the weak Margot before, Tony Wendice couldn't help but wonder, what caused Margot to change so much?

Soon, Tony Wendice remembered Josie who sent Margot back.

Although it was night and the street lamp at the door was dim, he could see that it should be a tall, young and handsome man.

Hum, it turned out that he had found a new home!

Tony Wendice decisively attributed the reason to Josie, whom he had never met.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel more annoyed.

Because Margot didn't open the door, Tony Wendice finally had to choose to go to the guest room downstairs.

But obviously, Margot's behavior made it impossible for him to rest at ease, so after staying in the guest room for a few minutes, he drove out and prepared to find a place to drink.

Margot in the room heard the sound of the car engine starting, walked to the window, and looked at Tony Wendice who drove away. A trace of disdain appeared on her face. He was probably out fooling around again. She saw through this man.

At the same time, she was more determined to divorce.

On the other side, Tony Wendice left the manor and soon came to a chicken farm, just as Margot thought.

Chicken farms in the United States have been illegal since the founding of this country.

Although it is illegal, there are no specific restrictive laws.

In addition, such occasions generally pay taxes honestly and pay protection fees to the local police, so the federal government also turns a blind eye.

In this case, it was not until Pennsylvania introduced specific relevant laws in 1978 that the semi-public chicken farms in various states were gradually banned, leaving only Nevada as the only state that still retains it.

The chicken farm Tony Wendice came to is the largest one in Chicago, located in the West City District.

But just after getting off the car, I saw a few Italians in the alley not far from the door, cursing and beating people.

Tony glanced at them, ignored them, and went in.

"Mr. Wendys, welcome back. The girls have been talking about you." As soon as he entered the door, the waiter guarding the door saw Tony Wendys coming in and immediately greeted him warmly.

"Call Mary and Nancy. By the way, what's going on in the alley? The Italians are looking for trouble here, and Brian doesn't care?" Tony Wendys said the names of the two girls, stuffed a five-dollar tip to the waiter, and then asked.

West City District is the territory of the Irish, and Brian, as he said, is the guard of this place.

It is naturally a strange thing for Italians to appear next to the Irish place to cause trouble.

"Thank you, sir. Normally, Mr. Brian would not allow Italians to cause trouble in the West City District, but that guy is also Italian. I heard that he owed their boss a large sum of money. Originally, it was nothing. For us, everyone is a guest. But this guy dared to come to us to find a girl when he had no money. Isn't this looking for death? It just so happened that the Italians also wanted to deal with him, so Mr. Brian was too lazy to let anyone do it. I heard that this guy used to be a big shot on the street in the southwest district, but now? Haha~~ I'm afraid he won't live long." After collecting the tip, the waiter happily told Tony Wendis all the information he knew.

"Oh? How much money does he owe?" Tony Wendis asked casually. He understood that if he couldn't pay the money back, the unlucky guy's life would probably not be saved.

"I heard that he owed several thousand." The waiter said.

"Just a few thousand to take his life?" Tony Wendis blurted out when he heard it.

"Mr. Wendys, you are joking. For big guys like you, a few thousand dollars is nothing, but for small guys like us, unless we rob a bank, it will take us ten or eight years to save up." The waiter said self-deprecatingly.

Tony Wendys understood the waiter's words instantly.

Yes, before he met Margot, he was thankful to be able to save a few hundred dollars a year.

A few thousand dollars is indeed enough to buy a life.

Thinking of this, he shuddered subconsciously.

If Margot really divorced him, would he end up like the unlucky guy outside?

Thinking of this, a thought began to grow wildly in his mind.