Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

“A bonus?” Joyce jerked her head up, her eyes shining crystal bright, “That’s fine, let’s go on Monday.”

“…”

He just knew it would be like this.

“On Monday, after Joyce attends the Shining Star Awards ceremony, we will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to file for divorce. That’s it for today. You may all leave.” Luther spoke coldly and drove the people away.

Jacqueline stood up and straightened out her slightly wrinkled dress, and now she certainly wanted no more humiliation in front of Joyce.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

As she always thought of herself as head of the family, she thought she should at least give this Joyce a few warnings.

Stop your naïve dream of getting into the Warner family. Get your divorce on Monday. You should wake up now! Something like that.

She walked up to Joyce and cleared her throat with a “hmm”.

Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Joyce.

Joyce guessed that Jacqueline must be resentful and wanted to say some sarcastic words this time. She noticed how Jacqueline was smoothing her dress before, and she said, “Auntie, you may also want to adjust your dress a bit.”

“Is that so?” Jacqueline was startled and hurriedly looked down to pull her a-line skirt upright, “Ok now?”

“Well, straight and neat. Auntie really knows how to dress.” Joyce laughed.

Jacqueline suddenly stopped her hand and suddenly recalled Stephanie’s sarcastic comment about what she could do besides dressing up.

And right now, what was she doing? What did she care so much about her dress for? She should have taught Joyce a good lesson instead of listening to Joyce and pulling her skirt up.

She blushed for a moment.

Joyce complimented her on her dressing? Was this a sarcastic quote from Stephanie?

“Auntie. Do you have anything else to say?” Joyce volunteered to ask.

“I …” Jacqueline couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

Perhaps it was Joyce’s naturally cool and compelling aura, or perhaps her pace was interrupted and she couldn’t remember what she was going to curse for a moment.

After being interrupted by Joyce just now, she lost the opportunity again to speak up.

Depressed, embarrassed, agitated, annoyed. All kinds of emotions were intertwined in her mind.

Just forget it.

Jacqueline “grunted” and simply dragged Shelly with her and flung herself away.

Although she kept her chin up all the way, they somehow seemed to be humiliated.

After Jacqueline and Shelly left the house.

Shelly drove a pink Masarati limited edition sports car with Jacqueline in the passenger seat.

Shelly complained as she drove, “Mom, Grandma is really mean. Why is she so biased? Joyce is an outsider and Grandma is tearing you down in front of the outsider and lecturing me. It’s too much.”

“Joyce has a few tricks up her sleeve, coaxing your grandmother around. I think she is old and confused.” Jacqueline was so angry that her chest was heaving. She failed to teach Joyce a few words just now, but was played around by Joyce instead, and now the more she thought about it, the more she regretted it.

Hell, was she even scared of Joyce?

Why would this Joyce have such overwhelming momentum when she could clearly crush her?

“Mom, why do you always give in to Grandma? Do we just always have to be like this?”

Shelly slammed the steering wheel, indignant.

“Hey, it’s because your grandmother holds the shares of R&S in her hands. She has ten times more shares than I do. She’s also one of the founders, who built the company together with your grandfather back then.”

“Stephanie is still alive, and no one knows what may go into her will. She can change it at any time. At least for now, I can’t offend her, I have to hold back anyhow.” Jacqueline clasped her hands together and clenched them hard, her long nails almost trapped in her flesh.

“I’ll have a share, too.” Shelly’s eyes lit up.

“Stephanie owns 20% of R&S Group, I only have 2%. If nothing else, Stephanie will leave 10% to Luther, and you and I will each get 5%. That would give me 7%, which would put me on the board, and you. Shelly, it won’t be long. Bear with me a little longer. We don’t know whether your grandma can make it through this month.” Jacqueline forced down the discontent in her heart.