Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Sylphiette glared at Nicole, “Mom is your stepmother. How can you do this to her?”

Stepmother?

Nicole sneered, “She keeps calling me ‘b*tch.’ Does she really think of me as a daughter?”

“You! She is still your elder!”

“Elder? Right, she fed me leftovers and treated me like a servant. In the winter when it was freezing cold, she would pour cold water into my quilt while I was feverish. A stepmother who tried to freeze me to death… In comparison, what I just did was nothing!”

“You!” Sylphiette was speechless.

“You b*tch, don’t you dare slander me. I didn’t do any of that.”

“Whether you did it or not, only you and I know. If you don’t leave now, I’ll do all those things to you now.”

From the bedroom, Maya and Nina watched Nicole in astonishment with wide-opened eyes. Mommy is awesome too.

“Such a wicked woman. She bullied mommy. Maya, shall we teach them a lesson?”

“But Nina, Mommy told us not to go out lest we mess things up. Since Mommy is safe for now, let’s just keep watch.”

Nina thought what Maya said made sense. She’s right, what if we mess things up for mommy? As such, the two sisters continued to watch through the cracks in the door.

to take such a firm stand. If she had known earlier, she would have brought some helpers

get up as she planned to pretend to be seriously injured in order to

an apple and sat down opposite them

even look in Sylvia’s direction, paying no heed

After a while, she became uncertain if

a beggar’s den. Perhaps, she really has no money. We have to think of something else.” Sylphiette whispered in her

a few years but it seems like this b*tch has learned a

her up, Sylvia was still feeling angry. She had never been treated

badly was

make her pay for

room and suddenly walked towards the

must be up to no good, Nicole hurried to stop

Mom is our elder,

“Let go!”

but Sylphiette’s hands were like clamps as she

struggling, the TV

was shattered into

sneered, gave Sylphiette a knowing glance, and went to search for

tears in Maya’s eyes, “The TV’s broken, what shall we

We should have

and walked out with the feather duster seemingly poised