Chapter 94
The Heiress Strikes Back
94 Investigating the Ziegler Family
âHaha, this gentleman might not know. Let me introduce you to my husband, Zayne.â Zara noticed Sharonâs awkward expression and pulled the man next to her proudly. She then praised, âHe is the young master of the Ziegler family in New York and the future heir. We just arrived in New York today and didnât expect to meet you. We are really fated.â
Sharon nodded as politely as possible, while Wallace looked a little depressed. I came to celebrate my wedding anniversary, but I didnât expect to meet such a person.
âBy the way, I wonder what the spending standard of Crystal Garden is. My husband never goes to places that can be reserved with a few thousand dollars. If you guys have only booked a normal venue, Iâll get him to help you upgrade it.â
âMy reservation venue isnât bad. I wonât trouble you.â Seeing Zara so proud, Wallace snorted. As long as I enter, the couple in front of us wonât have the right to enter. I booked this place today to hold a celebration for Sharon. How can I let these unrelated people in?
Zara didnât expect the couple to ignore her, so she was a little angry. âSharon, you can join me with your husband in the future. After all, my husband has studied abroad and has learned a lot about etiquette. Itâs more than enough to teach you. Next time, you wonât be embarrassed when attending such a formal event.â
âHoney, donât assign me such a mission. Our temperament is innate, not something that can be learned by just the lowest class. Iâm afraid these two people arenât suitable.â Zayne glanced at the two of them in disdain.
âMy wife doesnât need to do such a degrading thing,â Wallace retorted calmly. If I want to, I can buy Crystal Garden after working hard for a while.
âSharon, donât you know whatâs good for you!? How do you usually manage her?â They had just arrived in New York today and didnât know the status of the Harris family. In Zaraâs eyes, the Harris family was just a normal rich family, incomparable to the Ziegler family!
Wallaceâs eyes narrowed.
Zara didnât expect Wallace to be so protective of his wife, so she quickly changed her attitude and said to him, âSir, if you ask me, you must get a divorce as soon as possible. You donât know how poor Sharon was when she was in school. Itâs very wrong for you to spend your life with someone like her! She canât help you either!â
She spoke without hiding anything, completely ignoring Sharonâs feelings.
Wallace really didnât want to be entangled with this woman anymore, so he turned around and said, âI donât need you to judge my wife.â
Sharon took a deep breath and questioned coldly, âZara, what do you mean?â
âSharon, to be honest, I didnât like you when we were in university. I wonder if people were blind to let you be the school belle. Why are you not living as well as I am now? Why canât I talk about it?â
Hearing his words, Sharon couldnât help but sneer, feeling very unhappy. This woman has always been targeting me like this when we were in school. She relied on her looks and people spending money on her and was bossy toward me in school. Now that she has married into a rich family, she feels that she has already become someone superior! She is even laughing at Wallace and me!
At the thought of this, Sharon suddenly felt a burst of anger. She took out her phone and sent Tommy a message: âIn five minutes. I want information on the Ziegler family in New York and their eldest daughter-in-law, Zara.â
Seeing that Sharon was looking at her phone instead of saying anything, Zara couldnât help but laugh at her. âSir, did you see that? I was mocking her, but she didnât even defend herself. Iâm dying of laughter!â
âThe information has been retrieved. The Ziegler family and the Sullivan Group have a collaboration in the steel industry, but the eldest daughter-in-law of the Ziegler family doesnât seem to be called Zara...â
Sharon looked at the long message content before glancing at Zara and Zayne. She couldnât help but laugh. âOh? Are you living well? I have some information here-are you interested?â