Claire Assex rolled her eyes. âWhatâs the big deal now? Youâre only a student. Do you
need to be concerned about national issues all day long? You might as well look after
your mother whose foot is injured. Come over and help massage it for me. My hand
hurts,â she said.
âIâm serious. Itâs about Alex Rockefeller,â Beatrice Assex said.
Claireâs eyes immediately lit up. âDid they catch that traitor? Great. Iâm all for it. Wait a
second. Your sister hasnât gotten a divorce with this piece of trash yet. Doesnât that
mean she will get affected as well?
Is this jerk doing it on purpose? Will he only stop
after he destroys Dorothyâs life?â
Beatrice shook her head when she saw how Claire was overreacting. âThe traitor wasnât
caught, Spark Rockefeller was,â Beatrice said as she shook her head after being silent
for a while.
âWhoâs Spark Rockefeller? Wait, do you mean the young president of Rockefeller
Group, my son-in-law, the Spark Rockefeller? What was he caught for?â
ââ¦â
Beatrice was getting impatient with Claire.
Spark and Dorothy werenât even engaged,
but Claire was already addressing Spark as her son-in-law.
If other people heard Madame Claire, it would be extremely humiliating.
Right then, someone called Beatrice on her phone.
It was her good friend, Mona Weiss.
âBeatrice, your brother-in-law is going to make his comeback. This time, itâs already
trending all over California. The tables have turned,â Mona said excitedly as soon as the
call was connected.
âWhat are you talking about?â Beatrice asked.
âOh, Iâm talking about your brother-in-lawâs mother! Didnât you know? Your
brother-in-lawâs mother, one of the original Rockefeller Group co-founders, Brittany
Rockefeller caused a scene during the funeral service at the Rockefeller familyâs place.
She slapped one of the aunties and threatened to make Rockefeller Group go bankrupt
within three months. It was epic.â Mona explained.
ââ¦â
Beatrice was speechless.
âIâll send you two video files. Have a look, sheâs on fire. Itâs so exciting. Itâd be so cool to
have a mother like her. Also, I heard that Michelle Yowell brought her grandfather to
show support for Brittany Rockefeller too!â Mona added.
Lady Beatrice started watching the videos after she received it.
Soon, her eyes also lit up with admiration.
There wasnât a college girl who wouldnât fantasize about becoming a heroine and
establishing a billion-dollar business to conquer the world.
One of the videos showed Brittany Rockefeller waving her hand and storming out of the
Rockefeller familyâs place.
âThatâs all Iâm giving you. From now on, there is nothing between us. I will make you
bankrupt within three months,â Brittany said confidently and boldly.
Beatriceâs heart rate surged as she became infused with passion. Right then, she
imagined herself as Brittany. What would Alex Rockefeller think if he knew that his
sister-in-law was his motherâs fan despite how she had been treating him?
Claire moved closer to watch the videos.
After a while, she grunted. âThis b*tch must think sheâs in a dream. If she manages to
make Rockefeller Group bankrupt in three months, Iâll eat my shoes,â Claire said.
âPerhaps she really can!â Beatrice exclaimed.
Claire showed an extremely disdainful expression. She was slapped and publicly
humiliated by Brittany Rockefeller.
Even now, the feeling of hatred was still gnawing at
her. Naturally, she wouldnât agree with Beatrice. âWhat do you mean? Do you think
sheâs God? This woman is just like her son. Theyâre both pieces of trash, and theyâre
only still alive because of our family!â Claire exclaimed.
âItâs such a shame.
Although sheâs a heroine, her son is a b*stard. If only Alex
Rockefeller was half as bold as she was, Iâd be happy to acknowledge him as my
brother-in-law. Mom, donât be jealous. If you were one tenth as capable as Brittany, we
wouldnât be bullied Grandma like this,â Beatrice said.
âDid you just say that Iâm not even close to one-tenth as capable as Brittany? How did I
end up giving birth to a nasty child like you?â Claire shouted angrily before grabbing the
bottle of medicinal oil and hurling it at Beatrice.
The bottle struck Lady Beatrice against her fair forehead, leaving an open wound on her
skin that started to bleed.
âMom, are you really nuts? How could you hurl a bottle at me? Are you trying to kill me?
Great, my face has been ruined. Are you happy now? There really is something wrong
with you.
So what if I said youâre not as capable as Brittany? Forget one-tenth of her,
you donât even deserve to be a servant in her house.â Beatrice yelled.
She then stormed upstairs and slammed her door shut with a loud bang.
Meanwhile.