Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 183 "What do you mean? Your dowry? All of it's supposed to go toward buying your brother a house?" "Yeap." Tiffany rolled her eyes and cracked open a beer, gulping it down in fury. "They can dream on. And they even said, since I've been working three or four years already, plus being a lawyer is such a high-paying job, I must have plenty saved up. So of course, I should pitch in to buy my brother a house." Sydney licked her lips and reached out to pat her head.

"Whether it's your body or your money, if you don't want to give, they can't take a thing from you." Beyond that, Sydney had little more to say. No matter how unreasonable they were, they were still Tiffany's family. Blood ties could not be cut with a single decision. Tiffany looked up at her. Normally so decisive, she now asked in a small voice, "What if they force me?" Sydney chuckled softly. "Then you've still got me. I'll protect you.' She had more than enough money, enough to hire ten bodyguards for Tiffany if it ever came to that. The next morning, Sydney and Tiffany rose early.

Eliana and Agatha had sent over. The festive atmosphere was thickening when the doorbell rang. Tiffany ran to answer it. A moment later, she hurried back into the kitchen and tapped Sydney's shoulder. "Your ex-husband's here. He's asking for you." Sydney frowned. "Then keep an eye on the meatballs in the pan.' Handing her the spatula, she turned and went out. " Caleb

as divorced, yet returning to the Hampton estate for New Year's had always been tradition. No matter how bitter the rest of the year grew, these old aristocratic families loved putting on a show of harmony during the holidays. "Then wait a moment." Sydney did not refuse. "I'll go change." She had not expected to leave the apartment today

provoked him. Caleb must have greeted him already. When he saw Sydney, he said softly, "Let's go." "Alright." Sydney walked with him toward the elevator, though she could feel Julian's gaze sweep over her. It was light, but impossible to ignore. She instinctively edged a little