hapter 228C
It was Dorothy.
She stood in a puddle of what looked disturbingly like blood, her white ankle boots soaked through, as she watched me halt the action of closing the door. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Jane, I’d advise you to back off. Stop messing around with Bryant.”
That she found my address so quickly was rming.
I frowned, “Whether it’s you or Margaret, you’d better check yourself into a hospital or better yet, go bother Bryant. Don’te here bothering me.”Content is ? by N?velDrama.Org.
“Huh, cut the act!” She nced inside my house with disdain. I’ve done my homework. Without marrying Bryant, how could someone like you, with both parents gone and broke, afford such a ce?”
She <b>lifted </b>her chin, exuding the kind of arrogance only the wealthy possess, in full disy.
My patience wore thin, and I replied coldly, “Oh, what about you? If it weren’t for the luck of being adopted by the Myers family, would you even be here, speaking like this, boldly meddling in someone else’s marriage?”
Everyone could hit where it hurt. <b>Dorothy </b>shouldn’t expect me to y nice <b>if </b>she stepped on my toes.
“Janel” Dorothy’s haughty demeanor instantly turned vicious. She raised her hand, intending to p me, but I pushed her away, ring at her foot nearly stepping inside my home, my gaze filled with disgust, “Don’t dirty my ce.”
Fuming, she clenched her teeth, ring at me with hatred. “You’ll see. “Since you don’t want to take my advice or ept my good will, I’m done ying nice!”
“You think sshing blood on someone’s doorstep is being nice?” I shot back sarcastically, “Ms. Myers, I really can’t match your level.”
Dorothy snapped, “So, you insist on clinging to the Ferguson family, huh?”
I retorted, “With Bryant’s capabilities, do you think I could refuse if he wanted a divorce?”
I genuinely couldn’t understand why they were all troubling me. If anyone didn’t want me to have peace and refused a divorce, it was Bryant, not me. They feared Bryant too much and only dared to trouble me.
Caught off guard by my retort, Dorothy suddenlyughed. “Fine, if you said that. Given the current troubles of the Ferguson Group, a marriage alliance with the Myers family is the quickest and easiest solution! When Bryant proposes divorce, you better not cling on desperately.”
“I won’t” I smiled, offering my sincerest blessings. “Then let me wish you a happy marriage and a quick addition to your family, maybe <b>even </b><b>twins </b>or triplets.”
With that, I moved to close the door<b>.</b>
“You! Stop it!” Unexpectedly, even with my non–confrontational stance, Dorothy still wasn’t satisfied and arrogantly stopped me, gritting her teeth. “You think I can’t do anything to you? Yeah. Here’s RiverCity, unlike Vista Town, where I can do whatever I want, but dealing with you is still easy!”
I was utterly baffled, giving her a cold look. “Are you crazy or something?”
I <b>had </b>agreed, so what was she still venting about?
Dorothy was momentarily stunned and realized what I implied, her eyes widening in fury. “Do you even know what standing the Myers family has? If I got into it with you, not even Bryant could save you…”
“Ms. Myars!” Suddenly, a voice came from the direction of the elevator. I turned to see Mark, in a sleek, matte, iron–gray suit, striding toward us.
That reminded me that he had mentioned he woulde by to bring me a gift. After the afternoon’s ordeal at the hospital, it slipped my mind.
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Dorothy turned to him, slightly stunned. “What are you doing here<b>?</b><b>”</b>
Mark looked indifferent, his gaze fixed on Dorothy. “I’m here to drop off something for Jane. And you, what brings you here?”