That was such a grand gesture.


    My gaze flicked to the check, spotting a number starting with five followed by a string of zeros.


    I had never imagined a scenario straight out of a soap opera would y out in my life. No, it was even more dramatic than that.


    In those stories, the male lead’s mother would show up with a check, telling the heroine to take a hike. What on earth was happening to


    me<b>?</b>


    I couldn’t help butugh. “So, you think you’ve got me cornered today?”


    <b>So</b>, <b>she </b>was determined to remove me, a mere obstacle, for her precious daughter.


    Susan’s <b>eyes </b>were cold as she looked at me. “What do <b>you </b>think?”


    I picked up the check, and to her satisfaction, I tore it to shreds, letting the pieces fall to the ground as I calmly said, “I’m sorry to disappoint. I’m not taking threats or bribes!”


    After all, those with nothing to lose feared nothing. The Myers family had their reputation to consider, but me? I had nothing to fear.


    <b>I </b>said coldly, “I don’t believe the Myers family can make me vanish into thin air”


    “You!<b>” </b><b>Susan </b>pointed at me, livid. “Don’te crying when you regret not taking the easy way out!”


    “Oh, Dorothy is indeed the apple of your eye. You two even share the same lines.” Imented dryly, “Maybe try a new script next time. It’s getting old.”


    Then, pulling a hundred–dor bill from my purse, I pped it in front of Susan. “Acting like I’m broke? Take this and keep your daughter away from me!” With that, I turned and left, ignoring her flushed face.


    Humiliation wasn’t a privilege reserved for the wealthy alone.


    Stepping outside, Christine rushed over, concerned, “What was that about? You know her?”


    <b>“</b>Dorothy’s mom,” I grabbed her hand and headed for the elevator, briefly exining the situation.


    Christine was fuming, tempted to turn back and give Susan a piece of her mind, “Like mother, like daughter. They are birds of a feather, so annoying.”


    Unfortunately, <b>Susan</b>, not far behind, overheard everything, her face turning crimson. “Birds of a feather!”


    ably stayedMaterial ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    “Exactly, that exins why you ended up with trash like Dorothy Christine smirked. “Your daughter probably because she couldn’t handle the embarrassment of being linked to you.”


    away all these years


    That was like a verbal dagger. No one ever won an argument with Christine.


    Livid, Susan took several steps toward us, hand raised as if to p Christine, but Christine was quicker.


    “Don’t touch me. I’m a germaphobe.” Christine dodged gracefully. “Calm down. Don’t do something rash out of desperation.”


    After all, desperate times call for desperate measures.


    Likely, Susan had been pampered since marrying into the Myers family, never facing such humiliation.


    Her chest heaving, she red at Christine. “Do you have any idea who I am? How dare you insult me?<b>”</b>


    “Insult you? If you couldn’t catch that, I could carve it on your tombster” With that, as the elevator arrived, Christine pulled me in, leaving Susan looking like shit.


    As the elevator doors closed, Christine raised an eyebrow. “<b>Feel </b>a bit better?”


    I couldn’t help butugh. “Yeah, a bit.”


    “That’s what I thought!” Satisfied, Christine patted my head like I was a child. “Come on, let’s go eat. How about that seafood ce behind the school?”