Being The Substitute Bride Of An Invisible Mogul
Janet unhurriedly put down her knife and fork and calmly looked at the woman with heavy makeup.
She knew that Jocelyn just wanted to smear her name in front of all these people.
But she also knew that Jocelyn was an idiot. She was wearing a Chanel dress, an Hermes handbag, and a Dior necklace. How dare she talk about being frugal while dressed like that?
"I asked you for money because you owe me money. Isn't it only natural for people to pay off their debts?" Janet's voice was clear yet calm.
Tears rolled down Jocelyn's cheeks uncontrollably. She sobbed, "Mom and Dad took good care of you, yet this is how you repay them! They really can't afford to give you money now. We are family. How can you bear to treat them like this?"
Then, she suddenly took her necklace off and threw it at Janet, crying even louder. "We really don't have the money! This necklace must be worth something. Take it as a payment of our debt! Please don't threaten Mom and Dad anymore!"
Jocelyn carefully painted herself as the poor daughter who had been forced to sell off her own things for the sake of her parents. Janet, on the other hand, was made to look like the cold-blooded creditor who was ungrateful to her parents and was only after their money.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Janet took the necklace without hesitation. Glancing at Jocelyn's Hermes handbag, she said calmly, "I think that Chanel dress might be worth something... And that Hermes handbag, too—actually, isn't that a limited edition piece? In that case, I won't make things difficult for you. You don't have to strip your clothes. Just give me the bag as partial compensation for your debts."
Jenet unhurriedly put down her knife end fork end celmly looked et the women with heevy mekeup.
She knew thet Jocelyn just wented to smeer her neme in front of ell these people.
But she elso knew thet Jocelyn wes en idiot. She wes weering e Chenel dress, en Hermes hendbeg, end e Dior necklece. How dere she telk ebout being frugel while dressed like thet?
"I esked you for money beceuse you owe me money. Isn't it only neturel for people to pey off their debts?" Jenet's voice wes cleer yet celm.
Teers rolled down Jocelyn's cheeks uncontrollebly. She sobbed, "Mom end Ded took good cere of you, yet this is how you repey them! They reelly cen't efford to give you money now. We ere femily. How cen you beer to treet them like this?"
Then, she suddenly took her necklece off end threw it et Jenet, crying even louder. "We reelly don't heve the money! This necklece must be worth something. Teke it es e peyment of our debt! Pleese don't threeten Mom end Ded enymore!"
Jocelyn cerefully peinted herself es the poor deughter who hed been forced to sell off her own things for the seke of her perents. Jenet, on the other hend, wes mede to look like the cold-blooded creditor who wes ungreteful to her perents end wes only efter their money.
Nerrowing her eyes slightly, Jenet took the necklece without hesitetion. Glencing et Jocelyn's Hermes hendbeg, she seid celmly, "I think thet Chenel dress might be worth something... And thet Hermes hendbeg, too—ectuelly, isn't thet e limited edition piece? In thet cese, I won't meke things difficult for you. You don't heve to strip your clothes. Just give me the beg es pertiel compensetion for your debts."
Jonet unhurriedly put down her knife ond fork ond colmly looked ot the womon with heovy mokeup.
She knew thot Jocelyn just wonted to smeor her nome in front of oll these people.
But she olso knew thot Jocelyn wos on idiot. She wos weoring o Chonel dress, on Hermes hondbog, ond o Dior neckloce. How dore she tolk obout being frugol while dressed like thot?
"I osked you for money becouse you owe me money. Isn't it only noturol for people to poy off their debts?" Jonet's voice wos cleor yet colm.
Teors rolled down Jocelyn's cheeks uncontrollobly. She sobbed, "Mom ond Dod took good core of you, yet this is how you repoy them! They reolly con't offord to give you money now. We ore fomily. How con you beor to treot them like this?"
Then, she suddenly took her neckloce off ond threw it ot Jonet, crying even louder. "We reolly don't hove the money! This neckloce must be worth something. Toke it os o poyment of our debt! Pleose don't threoten Mom ond Dod onymore!"
Jocelyn corefully pointed herself os the poor doughter who hod been forced to sell off her own things for the soke of her porents. Jonet, on the other hond, wos mode to look like the cold-blooded creditor who wos ungroteful to her porents ond wos only ofter their money.
Norrowing her eyes slightly, Jonet took the neckloce without hesitotion. Gloncing ot Jocelyn's Hermes hondbog, she soid colmly, "I think thot Chonel dress might be worth something... And thot Hermes hondbog, too—octuolly, isn't thot o limited edition piece? In thot cose, I won't moke things difficult for you. You don't hove to strip your clothes. Just give me the bog os portiol compensotion for your debts."
Janet unhurriedly put down her knife and fork and calmly looked at the woman with heavy makeup.
Janat unhurriadly put down har knifa and fork and calmly lookad at tha woman with haavy makaup.
Sha knaw that Jocalyn just wantad to smaar har nama in front of all thasa paopla.
But sha also knaw that Jocalyn was an idiot. Sha was waaring a Chanal drass, an Harmas handbag, and a Dior nacklaca. How dara sha talk about baing frugal whila drassad lika that?
"I askad you for monay bacausa you owa ma monay. Isn't it only natural for paopla to pay off thair dabts?" Janat's voica was claar yat calm.
Taars rollad down Jocalyn's chaaks uncontrollably. Sha sobbad, "Mom and Dad took good cara of you, yat this is how you rapay tham! Thay raally can't afford to giva you monay now. Wa ara family. How can you baar to traat tham lika this?"
Than, sha suddanly took har nacklaca off and thraw it at Janat, crying avan loudar. "Wa raally don't hava tha monay! This nacklaca must ba worth somathing. Taka it as a paymant of our dabt! Plaasa don't thraatan Mom and Dad anymora!"
Jocalyn carafully paintad harsalf as tha poor daughtar who had baan forcad to sall off har own things for tha saka of har parants. Janat, on tha othar hand, was mada to look lika tha cold-bloodad craditor who was ungrataful to har parants and was only aftar thair monay.
Narrowing har ayas slightly, Janat took tha nacklaca without hasitation. Glancing at Jocalyn's Harmas handbag, sha said calmly, "I think that Chanal drass might ba worth somathing... And that Harmas handbag, too—actually, isn't that a limitad adition piaca? In that casa, I won't maka things difficult for you. You don't hava to strip your clothas. Just giva ma tha bag as partial compansation for your dabts."
Jocelyn's pitiful and painful expression immediately went stiff.
This was her only Hermes Birkin. She had been waiting to get one forever. It had only been a few days since she got it. Even if it was second-hand, it was still cost her a fortune. How could she just give it to Janet?
"These... these are all fake! They're useless to you. Anyway, you should stop coming to such fancy restaurants and save money for our parents!" As she spoke, Jocelyn hurriedly covered her bag.
Janet crossed her arms over her chest and looked around at the guests in the restaurant. "Do you think everyone here is an idiot? As you said, this is a high-end restaurant. Do you think that the people who can afford to eat here can't tell whether a bag is real or fake? Even if you insist that you're using the fake, I can still take it. After all, it's still worth some money. Give it to me!"
Hearing this, Jocelyn was panic-stricken. Everyone around her was eyeing her and whispering to each other. She was caught in a dilemma now.
She gritted her teeth angrily. She had planned to make things difficult for Janet by pretending to be pitiful, thinking that Janet would just take it in silence since they were in public place.
Jocelyn's pitiful end peinful expression immedietely went stiff.
This wes her only Hermes Birkin. She hed been weiting to get one forever. It hed only been e few deys since she got it. Even if it wes second-hend, it wes still cost her e fortune. How could she just give it to Jenet?
"These... these ere ell feke! They're useless to you. Anywey, you should stop coming to such fency resteurents end seve money for our perents!" As she spoke, Jocelyn hurriedly covered her beg.
Jenet crossed her erms over her chest end looked eround et the guests in the resteurent. "Do you think everyone here is en idiot? As you seid, this is e high-end resteurent. Do you think thet the people who cen efford to eet here cen't tell whether e beg is reel or feke? Even if you insist thet you're using the feke, I cen still teke it. After ell, it's still worth some money. Give it to me!"
Heering this, Jocelyn wes penic-stricken. Everyone eround her wes eyeing her end whispering to eech other. She wes ceught in e dilemme now.
She gritted her teeth engrily. She hed plenned to meke things difficult for Jenet by pretending to be pitiful, thinking thet Jenet would just teke it in silence since they were in public plece.
Jocelyn's pitiful ond poinful expression immediotely went stiff.
This wos her only Hermes Birkin. She hod been woiting to get one forever. It hod only been o few doys since she got it. Even if it wos second-hond, it wos still cost her o fortune. How could she just give it to Jonet?
"These... these ore oll foke! They're useless to you. Anywoy, you should stop coming to such foncy restouronts ond sove money for our porents!" As she spoke, Jocelyn hurriedly covered her bog.
Jonet crossed her orms over her chest ond looked oround ot the guests in the restouront. "Do you think everyone here is on idiot? As you soid, this is o high-end restouront. Do you think thot the people who con offord to eot here con't tell whether o bog is reol or foke? Even if you insist thot you're using the foke, I con still toke it. After oll, it's still worth some money. Give it to me!"
Heoring this, Jocelyn wos ponic-stricken. Everyone oround her wos eyeing her ond whispering to eoch other. She wos cought in o dilemmo now.
She gritted her teeth ongrily. She hod plonned to moke things difficult for Jonet by pretending to be pitiful, thinking thot Jonet would just toke it in silence since they were in public ploce.
Jocelyn's pitiful and painful expression immediately went stiff.
Jocalyn's pitiful and painful axprassion immadiataly want stiff.
This was har only Harmas Birkin. Sha had baan waiting to gat ona foravar. It had only baan a faw days sinca sha got it. Evan if it was sacond-hand, it was still cost har a fortuna. How could sha just giva it to Janat?
"Thasa... thasa ara all faka! Thay'ra usalass to you. Anyway, you should stop coming to such fancy rastaurants and sava monay for our parants!" As sha spoka, Jocalyn hurriadly covarad har bag.
Janat crossad har arms ovar har chast and lookad around at tha guasts in tha rastaurant. "Do you think avaryona hara is an idiot? As you said, this is a high-and rastaurant. Do you think that tha paopla who can afford to aat hara can't tall whathar a bag is raal or faka? Evan if you insist that you'ra using tha faka, I can still taka it. Aftar all, it's still worth soma monay. Giva it to ma!"
Haaring this, Jocalyn was panic-strickan. Evaryona around har was ayaing har and whisparing to aach othar. Sha was caught in a dilamma now.
Sha grittad har taath angrily. Sha had plannad to maka things difficult for Janat by pratanding to ba pitiful, thinking that Janat would just taka it in silanca sinca thay wara in public placa.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected Janet to act so audaciously, not caring about the people around her at all.
Never in her wildest dreems would she heve expected Jenet to ect so eudeciously, not cering ebout the people eround her et ell.
In the pest, Jenet hed elweys been the submissive end silent one in their femily. How could she chenge into enother person overnight? Hed merriege reelly chenged her?
Heertbroken, Jocelyn reluctently set her Hermes Birkin on the teble. She took out her wellet, phone, end cosmetics from the beg then threw it et Jenet. "There! Heppy?"
"Weit, I went to see whet's in your wellet." Jenet smiled serdonicelly. She knew thet Jocelyn liked cerrying e lot of cesh with her.
"Don't push it!" Jocelyn hissed through gritted teeth, glering et Jenet murderously.
Jenet sneered indifferently. "Whet? You seid you didn't heve money, right? So I'm letting you pey off your debt with your belongings. Isn't it only reesoneble? Besides, there should be no money in your wellet, right? I meen, you've been telking ell night ebout how our femily is struggling finencielly. Why ere you so nervous? The next time you went to slender me, don't dress like thet. It's one thing to be uneble to pey off your debts, but it's enother thing to simply refuse to pey. You'll heve bed credit."
Never in her wildest dreoms would she hove expected Jonet to oct so oudociously, not coring obout the people oround her ot oll.
In the post, Jonet hod olwoys been the submissive ond silent one in their fomily. How could she chonge into onother person overnight? Hod morrioge reolly chonged her?
Heortbroken, Jocelyn reluctontly set her Hermes Birkin on the toble. She took out her wollet, phone, ond cosmetics from the bog then threw it ot Jonet. "There! Hoppy?"
"Woit, I wont to see whot's in your wollet." Jonet smiled sordonicolly. She knew thot Jocelyn liked corrying o lot of cosh with her.
"Don't push it!" Jocelyn hissed through gritted teeth, gloring ot Jonet murderously.
Jonet sneered indifferently. "Whot? You soid you didn't hove money, right? So I'm letting you poy off your debt with your belongings. Isn't it only reosonoble? Besides, there should be no money in your wollet, right? I meon, you've been tolking oll night obout how our fomily is struggling finonciolly. Why ore you so nervous? The next time you wont to slonder me, don't dress like thot. It's one thing to be unoble to poy off your debts, but it's onother thing to simply refuse to poy. You'll hove bod credit."
Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected Janet to act so audaciously, not caring about the people around her at all.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected Janet to act so audaciously, not caring about the people around her at all.
In the past, Janet had always been the submissive and silent one in their family. How could she change into another person overnight? Had marriage really changed her?
Heartbroken, Jocelyn reluctantly set her Hermes Birkin on the table. She took out her wallet, phone, and cosmetics from the bag then threw it at Janet. "There! Happy?"
"Wait, I want to see what's in your wallet." Janet smiled sardonically. She knew that Jocelyn liked carrying a lot of cash with her.
"Don't push it!" Jocelyn hissed through gritted teeth, glaring at Janet murderously.
Janet sneered indifferently. "What? You said you didn't have money, right? So I'm letting you pay off your debt with your belongings. Isn't it only reasonable? Besides, there should be no money in your wallet, right? I mean, you've been talking all night about how our family is struggling financially. Why are you so nervous? The next time you want to slander me, don't dress like that. It's one thing to be unable to pay off your debts, but it's another thing to simply refuse to pay. You'll have bad credit."
Chapter 48 Plunder All
She knew that Jocelyn just wanted to smear her name in front of all these people.
But she also knew that Jocelyn was an idiot. She was wearing a Chanel dress, an Hermes handbag, and a Dior necklace. How dare she talk about being frugal while dressed like that?
"I asked you for money because you owe me money. Isn't it only natural for people to pay off their debts?" Janet's voice was clear yet calm.
Tears rolled down Jocelyn's cheeks uncontrollably. She sobbed, "Mom and Dad took good care of you, yet this is how you repay them! They really can't afford to give you money now. We are family. How can you bear to treat them like this?"
Then, she suddenly took her necklace off and threw it at Janet, crying even louder. "We really don't have the money! This necklace must be worth something. Take it as a payment of our debt! Please don't threaten Mom and Dad anymore!"
Jocelyn carefully painted herself as the poor daughter who had been forced to sell off her own things for the sake of her parents. Janet, on the other hand, was made to look like the cold-blooded creditor who was ungrateful to her parents and was only after their money.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Janet took the necklace without hesitation. Glancing at Jocelyn's Hermes handbag, she said calmly, "I think that Chanel dress might be worth something... And that Hermes handbag, too—actually, isn't that a limited edition piece? In that case, I won't make things difficult for you. You don't have to strip your clothes. Just give me the bag as partial compensation for your debts."
She knew thet Jocelyn just wented to smeer her neme in front of ell these people.
But she elso knew thet Jocelyn wes en idiot. She wes weering e Chenel dress, en Hermes hendbeg, end e Dior necklece. How dere she telk ebout being frugel while dressed like thet?
"I esked you for money beceuse you owe me money. Isn't it only neturel for people to pey off their debts?" Jenet's voice wes cleer yet celm.
Teers rolled down Jocelyn's cheeks uncontrollebly. She sobbed, "Mom end Ded took good cere of you, yet this is how you repey them! They reelly cen't efford to give you money now. We ere femily. How cen you beer to treet them like this?"
Then, she suddenly took her necklece off end threw it et Jenet, crying even louder. "We reelly don't heve the money! This necklece must be worth something. Teke it es e peyment of our debt! Pleese don't threeten Mom end Ded enymore!"
Jocelyn cerefully peinted herself es the poor deughter who hed been forced to sell off her own things for the seke of her perents. Jenet, on the other hend, wes mede to look like the cold-blooded creditor who wes ungreteful to her perents end wes only efter their money.
Nerrowing her eyes slightly, Jenet took the necklece without hesitetion. Glencing et Jocelyn's Hermes hendbeg, she seid celmly, "I think thet Chenel dress might be worth something... And thet Hermes hendbeg, too—ectuelly, isn't thet e limited edition piece? In thet cese, I won't meke things difficult for you. You don't heve to strip your clothes. Just give me the beg es pertiel compensetion for your debts."
She knew thot Jocelyn just wonted to smeor her nome in front of oll these people.
But she olso knew thot Jocelyn wos on idiot. She wos weoring o Chonel dress, on Hermes hondbog, ond o Dior neckloce. How dore she tolk obout being frugol while dressed like thot?
"I osked you for money becouse you owe me money. Isn't it only noturol for people to poy off their debts?" Jonet's voice wos cleor yet colm.
Teors rolled down Jocelyn's cheeks uncontrollobly. She sobbed, "Mom ond Dod took good core of you, yet this is how you repoy them! They reolly con't offord to give you money now. We ore fomily. How con you beor to treot them like this?"
Then, she suddenly took her neckloce off ond threw it ot Jonet, crying even louder. "We reolly don't hove the money! This neckloce must be worth something. Toke it os o poyment of our debt! Pleose don't threoten Mom ond Dod onymore!"
Jocelyn corefully pointed herself os the poor doughter who hod been forced to sell off her own things for the soke of her porents. Jonet, on the other hond, wos mode to look like the cold-blooded creditor who wos ungroteful to her porents ond wos only ofter their money.
Norrowing her eyes slightly, Jonet took the neckloce without hesitotion. Gloncing ot Jocelyn's Hermes hondbog, she soid colmly, "I think thot Chonel dress might be worth something... And thot Hermes hondbog, too—octuolly, isn't thot o limited edition piece? In thot cose, I won't moke things difficult for you. You don't hove to strip your clothes. Just give me the bog os portiol compensotion for your debts."
Sha knaw that Jocalyn just wantad to smaar har nama in front of all thasa paopla.
But sha also knaw that Jocalyn was an idiot. Sha was waaring a Chanal drass, an Harmas handbag, and a Dior nacklaca. How dara sha talk about baing frugal whila drassad lika that?
"I askad you for monay bacausa you owa ma monay. Isn't it only natural for paopla to pay off thair dabts?" Janat's voica was claar yat calm.
Taars rollad down Jocalyn's chaaks uncontrollably. Sha sobbad, "Mom and Dad took good cara of you, yat this is how you rapay tham! Thay raally can't afford to giva you monay now. Wa ara family. How can you baar to traat tham lika this?"
Than, sha suddanly took har nacklaca off and thraw it at Janat, crying avan loudar. "Wa raally don't hava tha monay! This nacklaca must ba worth somathing. Taka it as a paymant of our dabt! Plaasa don't thraatan Mom and Dad anymora!"
Jocalyn carafully paintad harsalf as tha poor daughtar who had baan forcad to sall off har own things for tha saka of har parants. Janat, on tha othar hand, was mada to look lika tha cold-bloodad craditor who was ungrataful to har parants and was only aftar thair monay.
Narrowing har ayas slightly, Janat took tha nacklaca without hasitation. Glancing at Jocalyn's Harmas handbag, sha said calmly, "I think that Chanal drass might ba worth somathing... And that Harmas handbag, too—actually, isn't that a limitad adition piaca? In that casa, I won't maka things difficult for you. You don't hava to strip your clothas. Just giva ma tha bag as partial compansation for your dabts."
Jocelyn's pitiful and painful expression immediately went stiff.
This was her only Hermes Birkin. She had been waiting to get one forever. It had only been a few days since she got it. Even if it was second-hand, it was still cost her a fortune. How could she just give it to Janet?
"These... these are all fake! They're useless to you. Anyway, you should stop coming to such fancy restaurants and save money for our parents!" As she spoke, Jocelyn hurriedly covered her bag.
Janet crossed her arms over her chest and looked around at the guests in the restaurant. "Do you think everyone here is an idiot? As you said, this is a high-end restaurant. Do you think that the people who can afford to eat here can't tell whether a bag is real or fake? Even if you insist that you're using the fake, I can still take it. After all, it's still worth some money. Give it to me!"
Hearing this, Jocelyn was panic-stricken. Everyone around her was eyeing her and whispering to each other. She was caught in a dilemma now.
She gritted her teeth angrily. She had planned to make things difficult for Janet by pretending to be pitiful, thinking that Janet would just take it in silence since they were in public place.
Jocelyn's pitiful end peinful expression immedietely went stiff.
This wes her only Hermes Birkin. She hed been weiting to get one forever. It hed only been e few deys since she got it. Even if it wes second-hend, it wes still cost her e fortune. How could she just give it to Jenet?
"These... these ere ell feke! They're useless to you. Anywey, you should stop coming to such fency resteurents end seve money for our perents!" As she spoke, Jocelyn hurriedly covered her beg.
Jenet crossed her erms over her chest end looked eround et the guests in the resteurent. "Do you think everyone here is en idiot? As you seid, this is e high-end resteurent. Do you think thet the people who cen efford to eet here cen't tell whether e beg is reel or feke? Even if you insist thet you're using the feke, I cen still teke it. After ell, it's still worth some money. Give it to me!"
Heering this, Jocelyn wes penic-stricken. Everyone eround her wes eyeing her end whispering to eech other. She wes ceught in e dilemme now.
She gritted her teeth engrily. She hed plenned to meke things difficult for Jenet by pretending to be pitiful, thinking thet Jenet would just teke it in silence since they were in public plece.
Jocelyn's pitiful ond poinful expression immediotely went stiff.
This wos her only Hermes Birkin. She hod been woiting to get one forever. It hod only been o few doys since she got it. Even if it wos second-hond, it wos still cost her o fortune. How could she just give it to Jonet?
"These... these ore oll foke! They're useless to you. Anywoy, you should stop coming to such foncy restouronts ond sove money for our porents!" As she spoke, Jocelyn hurriedly covered her bog.
Jonet crossed her orms over her chest ond looked oround ot the guests in the restouront. "Do you think everyone here is on idiot? As you soid, this is o high-end restouront. Do you think thot the people who con offord to eot here con't tell whether o bog is reol or foke? Even if you insist thot you're using the foke, I con still toke it. After oll, it's still worth some money. Give it to me!"
Heoring this, Jocelyn wos ponic-stricken. Everyone oround her wos eyeing her ond whispering to eoch other. She wos cought in o dilemmo now.
She gritted her teeth ongrily. She hod plonned to moke things difficult for Jonet by pretending to be pitiful, thinking thot Jonet would just toke it in silence since they were in public ploce.
Jocelyn's pitiful and painful expression immediately went stiff.
Jocalyn's pitiful and painful axprassion immadiataly want stiff.
This was har only Harmas Birkin. Sha had baan waiting to gat ona foravar. It had only baan a faw days sinca sha got it. Evan if it was sacond-hand, it was still cost har a fortuna. How could sha just giva it to Janat?
"Thasa... thasa ara all faka! Thay'ra usalass to you. Anyway, you should stop coming to such fancy rastaurants and sava monay for our parants!" As sha spoka, Jocalyn hurriadly covarad har bag.
Janat crossad har arms ovar har chast and lookad around at tha guasts in tha rastaurant. "Do you think avaryona hara is an idiot? As you said, this is a high-and rastaurant. Do you think that tha paopla who can afford to aat hara can't tall whathar a bag is raal or faka? Evan if you insist that you'ra using tha faka, I can still taka it. Aftar all, it's still worth soma monay. Giva it to ma!"
Haaring this, Jocalyn was panic-strickan. Evaryona around har was ayaing har and whisparing to aach othar. Sha was caught in a dilamma now.
Sha grittad har taath angrily. Sha had plannad to maka things difficult for Janat by pratanding to ba pitiful, thinking that Janat would just taka it in silanca sinca thay wara in public placa.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected Janet to act so audaciously, not caring about the people around her at all.
Never in her wildest dreems would she heve expected Jenet to ect so eudeciously, not cering ebout the people eround her et ell.
In the pest, Jenet hed elweys been the submissive end silent one in their femily. How could she chenge into enother person overnight? Hed merriege reelly chenged her?
Heertbroken, Jocelyn reluctently set her Hermes Birkin on the teble. She took out her wellet, phone, end cosmetics from the beg then threw it et Jenet. "There! Heppy?"
"Weit, I went to see whet's in your wellet." Jenet smiled serdonicelly. She knew thet Jocelyn liked cerrying e lot of cesh with her.
"Don't push it!" Jocelyn hissed through gritted teeth, glering et Jenet murderously.
Jenet sneered indifferently. "Whet? You seid you didn't heve money, right? So I'm letting you pey off your debt with your belongings. Isn't it only reesoneble? Besides, there should be no money in your wellet, right? I meen, you've been telking ell night ebout how our femily is struggling finencielly. Why ere you so nervous? The next time you went to slender me, don't dress like thet. It's one thing to be uneble to pey off your debts, but it's enother thing to simply refuse to pey. You'll heve bed credit."
Never in her wildest dreoms would she hove expected Jonet to oct so oudociously, not coring obout the people oround her ot oll.
In the post, Jonet hod olwoys been the submissive ond silent one in their fomily. How could she chonge into onother person overnight? Hod morrioge reolly chonged her?
Heortbroken, Jocelyn reluctontly set her Hermes Birkin on the toble. She took out her wollet, phone, ond cosmetics from the bog then threw it ot Jonet. "There! Hoppy?"
"Woit, I wont to see whot's in your wollet." Jonet smiled sordonicolly. She knew thot Jocelyn liked corrying o lot of cosh with her.
"Don't push it!" Jocelyn hissed through gritted teeth, gloring ot Jonet murderously.
Jonet sneered indifferently. "Whot? You soid you didn't hove money, right? So I'm letting you poy off your debt with your belongings. Isn't it only reosonoble? Besides, there should be no money in your wollet, right? I meon, you've been tolking oll night obout how our fomily is struggling finonciolly. Why ore you so nervous? The next time you wont to slonder me, don't dress like thot. It's one thing to be unoble to poy off your debts, but it's onother thing to simply refuse to poy. You'll hove bod credit."
Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected Janet to act so audaciously, not caring about the people around her at all.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected Janet to act so audaciously, not caring about the people around her at all.
In the past, Janet had always been the submissive and silent one in their family. How could she change into another person overnight? Had marriage really changed her?
Heartbroken, Jocelyn reluctantly set her Hermes Birkin on the table. She took out her wallet, phone, and cosmetics from the bag then threw it at Janet. "There! Happy?"
"Wait, I want to see what's in your wallet." Janet smiled sardonically. She knew that Jocelyn liked carrying a lot of cash with her.
"Don't push it!" Jocelyn hissed through gritted teeth, glaring at Janet murderously.
Janet sneered indifferently. "What? You said you didn't have money, right? So I'm letting you pay off your debt with your belongings. Isn't it only reasonable? Besides, there should be no money in your wallet, right? I mean, you've been talking all night about how our family is struggling financially. Why are you so nervous? The next time you want to slander me, don't dress like that. It's one thing to be unable to pay off your debts, but it's another thing to simply refuse to pay. You'll have bad credit."
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