My Dreamy Old Husband

As a matter of fact, the Adams family had been in the insurance industry for several generations. As such, they had become giants in the industry. Moreover, those who were in this industry were relentless, had great patience, and not to mention thick skin.

Thus, Betsy was determined to win over Harry after coming back to Cethos this time.

The Adams family was the king of the insurance industry, and there was no insurance that they couldn’t sell. Nor were there any men that she couldn’t get.

Of course, they were also kings of coming up with various reasons for not settling claims.

As expected, Sarah gave in.

At that moment, the three women sat together to negotiate while Hope was still in Betsy’s arms with a sour face, which was littered with lipstick stains.

Betsy laid out her conditions. “Since you’ve given in, I’ll lay out my terms. I want Harry.” Her tone was firm, as if she was saying, ‘You will buy this insurance from me’.

At once, Sarah slammed the table and shot up from her seat. “Dream on, you b*tch!”

Hastily, Sophia pulled her back down to her seat and advised, “I know what you’re feeling, Sarah, but we can work this out calmly. Let’s all sit and talk it out like grownups, alright?”

She held Sarah’s hand and subtly hinted at her while tugging her back down to sit. When she calmed down, Sophia took the opportunity to continue, “As for you, it’s rude to come and grab someone else’s husband like that. How about both of you take a step back and have a discussion on how you’re going to share him. You could each take him on specific days like I said earlier, and let Harry rest on Sundays. After all, he’s not young anymore and his body isn’t as strong as before. If anything happens to him, nothing good will come to the both of you, right? How about a one-month trial? When the time is up, Harry will decide who stays.”

F*ck you, Sarah thought. Without saying a word, she scoffed and turned away.

Meanwhile, Betsy had a look in her eyes that looked like she was considering this idea.

Naturally, she was unwilling to share Harry with Sarah.

However, if Sarah took one step back, she would be one step closer to Harry. Of course, stepping forward wasn’t her biggest difficulty, but getting rid of Sarah was.

As long as Harry was willing to sleep with her for a night, she would be able to keep him by her side for the rest of his life.

Finally, Betsy raised her eyebrow and insisted, “Three days is too little. Harry should be with me on Sundays too!”

forward to give her a hard

can’t possibly withstand all the action. Perhaps Sarah could also share her son with you,

emotionless, whereas Sarah was on

think, Betsy then decided, “The child comes with

boiling. “Alright, alright. Well, there’s no use in just

at Sarah and jeered, “What do

who almost exploded with curses, pressed her lips together and swallowed the insults before slamming the

for a moment before dropping her guard and

is no match for

moment, Betsy put down Hope to go get a

Now!

grab the child when he instantly slid under the table to

was

toward Betsy like a predator and

was only then Betsy realized she had been tricked before clawing

mom is Tiffany Adams, so f*ck

wrestled

commotion going on in the room. She frantically rushed to lock the door before going over to the table,

hide in the bathroom. Don’t come out unless Mommy or Godmommy says you can,

went to

were poundings on the door from the outside, but Michael and Harry

contain the situation was

barely hold herself up against Betsy who stood at five foot five and had large breasts. At that moment, Sarah was being held down by Betsy while her

a steak knife from the table and went over to try and restrain

Quinton, so she could

ground, suddenly gathered all her strength and managed to push Betsy off of

they went back to fiercely wrestling again. When Sophia rushed to help, the knife in her hand was somehow thrusted into Betsy’s

back. Then, she felt a warm liquid gradually flowing down—she was losing blood along with her

on the ground, Sarah