Jennifer somehow managed to get her hands on Isabella’s number, and she had been sending messages relentlessly.
The latest one, sent just yesterday morning, left Samuel feeling a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite put into words. Fighting the urge to vomit, he scrolled through her messages one by one.
[Mrs. Grant, you must know by now, right? Samuel only feels an obligation towards you now. If not, how could he fall for me? A woman with no love really is pitiful.]
[Look, this is the necklace he personally designed for me. The diamond is even bigger than your wedding ring.] [It’s my birthday today. He probably lied to you and said he was seeing a client. Heh, but I was right next to him when he called you.]
Among the messages were several photos, including some obscene ones of the two of them in bed.
Samuel felt a cold chill spread through him.
He had always thought of Jennifer as just another vain woman, someone who could be easily dismissed with money. But now, he realized her scheming and methods were far deeper than he had imagined.
He handed the power bank back to the female officer in a daze, then returned to his car and called Jennifer.” Wherever you are, get to my house. Now.”
He didn’t want to see her. Everything related to their past made him feel disgusted.
Jennifer vaguely guessed the reason behind Samuel’s strange mood. Overjoyed, she spent extra time getting ready before heading to the villa. It was her first time entering the house, and she fluttered around happily, even heading straight to the walk–in closet to pick out clothes.
When Samuel finally returned home, the first thing he saw was Jennifer standing at the top of the stairs, directing the servants.
She was already settling into the role of the “mistress of the house,” ordering people around with an air of superiority.
“Don’t leave any of these framed photos on the wall. Who wants those cheap pictures? We’ll go to the gallery and buy some expensive ones to hang up.
“The flowers and plants in the garden need to be changed too. This is a villa, not a country shack. Who plants daisies and roses here? If someone didn’t know better, they’d think we were poor. We’ll import some fresh flowers and replace them when they wilt… Ouch!”
Jennifer was so focused on being picky that she forgot to watch where she was stepping. After tripping over the carpet, she quickly added, “And this damn carpet–get rid of it, too!”
The servants were running around in confusion, unsure of what to tackle first.
Finally, Samuel stopped in his tracks and ordered, “Enough You all can go now.”
“Yes, sir. Should we carry out the young lady’s instructions‘
“Have you forgotten who the real owner of this house is?”
Samuel was the true master of the house, and the servants new exactly who they could and couldn’t cross. At his command, they scattered quickly, leaving the living room to him and Jennifer.
