Chapter12


    The Real and Fake Mrs. Murphy


    I felt like lightning struck me when the smug receptionist addressed the person behind me as Mrs.


    Murphy. I felt rage bubbling inside me as I turned to see how Ivanna would react.


    How dare she strut around here, unting and pretending to be someone she wasn’t? My gaze was


    cold as I turned, expecting to see Ivanna. However, to my surprise, it was Mnie.


    Her outfit was vibrant and eye–catching as her blonde hair flowed down her shoulders. She wore


    exquisite makeup, which added a touch of allure to her otherwise unremarkable features.


    Mnie approached gracefully with aposed smile. When she was about to speak, she noticed me


    turning around, my anger evident. Her eyes widened in shock as she stood frozen, unable to process


    my unexpected appearance.


    I couldn’t help but smirk. I had to admit Mnie looked more like Mrs. Murphy while I resembled a


    nanny. Although I was speechless, I thought attire made a vast difference in appearance, and my


    casual home


    attire paled to her morous outfit.


    I wondered if the “Mrs. Murphy” the receptionist referred to was Mnie. If so, Mnie had been


    indulged to the point of recklessness. However, the receptionist didn’t notice my reaction and remained


    focused on Mnie. 1


    She looked at Mnie, frozen in surprise, and tried to appease her, “Mrs. Murphy, please-”


    “Wait!” I interrupted the receptionist and locked eyes with Mnie before turning to the receptionist


    again. “Which Mrs. Murphy are you referring to?”


    The receptionist nced at me with a mildly surprised smile, yet her eyes showed a hint of disdain.


    Soon


    after, she scornfully introduced Mnie to me, “This is Mr. Matthew Murphy’s wife. He’s the president


    of


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    I couldn’t help but chuckle as it felt surprisingly satisfying. While Mnie’s attitude was infuriating, the


    appearance of this supposed Mrs. Murphy finally allowed me to release my pent–up frustrations.


    My little sister–inw knew how to cause a scene and was desperate to be someone’s wife. I


    thought Mnie had gone insane.


    Iughed aloud, causing several people to look at me in puzzlement. Their eyes showed their obvious


    thoughts, “What a lunatic.”


    I sized Mnie up again, and I thought she had surpassed my usual impression of her. I never thought


    she could look somewhat human in public.


    “Mrs. Murphy, huh?” I couldn’t help butugh again. “Well, well. Her surname is Murphy, but I wonder


    who


    she’s married to.”


    Then I stifled myughter and addressed the contemptuous receptionist, “A little professionalism


    wouldn’t hurt, youngdy. Do your homework before you open your mouth. At least ensure you’re well-


    informed about people’s rtionships so you don’t embarrass yourself and inconvenience others.”


    My words shocked the receptionist. Her standard professional smile faded, reced by a cold look as


    she stared at me, asking. “What do you mean?” 1


    “Allow me to introduce her to you. That’s Matthew Murphy’s younger sister. Yes, she’s his biological


    sister.”


    Immediately after, I gazed at everyone present, including Mnie. Then I turned and walked to the


    elevator, leaving a group of astonished onlookers behind. I nced back at the dumbfounded crowd


    and


    said to the guard at the door, “Open up!” ”


    I had never been so assertive, and I couldn’t help but curse inwardly at the audacity of some people.