Chapter 122 Trash
Shawn sat on the couch and casually said, “Don’t I give you money every month? Isn’t that enough”
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“Not enough. If you don’t give it to me, I’ll ask other men for it. I want to find a boyfriend Hazel’s usual trick was to threaten Shawn with her reputation, but Shawn didn’t fall for it.
Reluctantly, he took out his phone and made a call. Soon, Hazel’s account received a large sum of money, making her smile from ear to ear. She immediately ran over and kissed Slawn on the cheek. “Thanks, bro. You’re the best
Shawn wiped his face in disgust and said, “Don’t get too wild. Be careful”
Hazel nodded. “Don’t worry,”
Before leaving, she finally seemed to notice me and smiled. “Didn’t expect you to be here. You and my brother seem to have gotten closer lately”
I pretended to smile and said, “You must be mistaken. Nothing’s changed between us.”
“I thought so too. Are you feeling a little jealous?” Hazel asked, lowering her voice.
I glanced at her face, recalling the concert where she took Yuna to hang out with Queena. It seemed like this little sister–in- law was already eager to help Queena become the legal wife.
Queena’s methods, though clearly underhanded, were always so bold and open.
First, she charmed Yuna, now she was trying to win over Hazel. Next, would she target my mother–in–law? Once everyone fell for her, getting Shawn to choose her would be a piece of cake–just like her strategy in her past life.
I kept smiling and said, “What do you mean by jealous? Any man who can be stolen is what I call trash. Once he’s dirty, you don’t need to wait for others to take him–he’s something you’d want to throw away yourself,”
Hazel’s expression was a mix of shock and fury. She glared at me angrily before turning to look at Shawn, who was talking to someone on the couch.
Shawn didn’t hear, but laxell was so furious she looked like she wanted to tear me apart. She snapped, “Isn’t that a bit too much? Even if my brother is trash, he’s still someone everyone wants.”
“Well, I was just saying Why are you so worked up? I never called him trash. I was just talking about men…” I said with a smile, turning the remark back on her.
“You…” Hazel furned, ready to explode. But with so many people around, she couldn’t argue openly. Frustrated, she grabbed her bag and stormed out.
In my past life, Hazel and I were like oil and water. She looked down on me for asking for money, calling me a parasite. Especially when I insisted on not divorcing, she cornered me at the door, insulting me harshly. Thinking back to her spiteful face, I wasn’t about to let her off easy in this life.
If she dared to keep provoking me, I wouldn’t hesitate to fight back
I sat next to Shawn and overheard their conversation about a high–status person coming from Zleson for treatment. Mario, Shawn’s eldest uncle, wanted to find a way to visit him, but he had no connections, so he asked Shawn if he could help.
shawn shook his head. I can’t help with that”
Mario seemed disappointed, but then continued, “The man is over 70 and doesn’t have much time left. I’ve heard his family in in the middle of a fierce internal conflict. Not long ago, there was a car accident abroad, and their second son was killed.”
Shawn’s expression changed. His long fingers lightly tapped the edge of the table as he spoke, “The wealthy family is always filed with disputes, especially when there’s a deeper background to their family. Life and death are unpredictable”
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Shawn raised an eyebrow and asked, “His grandson must be in his twenties now, right? Which university is he attending?”
“Avill University in Sylvania. He’s a freshman this year.” Mario seemed to know a lot about that family.
“Mm, Uncle Mario, I can introduce you to a few people, lait whether you’ll meet that person or not is up to you, Shawn said, standing up to make a phone call.
Isat there, confused, only knowing that there was a wealthy family in conflict and a child who was about to face some tough
At dinner, Shawn was called away by a phone call, leaving me to stay and have lunch at Mario’s place. The elders and women at the table kept asking when I would have a child agains, going on about the benefits of having a son. I just smiled, occasionally agreeing, while keeping up my image of being gentle and gracious.
By the time I returned to the hotel, it was past ten. I didn’t call Shawn; instead, I had the driver take me to see Veronic’s sea I’d heard it was a great spot for taking photos,
