The Wrong Woman

Chapter 187

Samuel shot her a cold laugh. “I had no choice. You didn’t want to help me pay anything, and they were rushing me for the money.

“I had no choice but to tell them my dear sister is the wife of a wealthy family. A bit of spare change from them was more than enough for me to pay off my debts.”

He continued, “This method worked wonders! Your in–laws are so generous. They helped me with half of what I owed in

a snap.

“Your husband is quite the character too. All I had to do was mention my brother–in–law is General Morrison of the Norvanian Military, and you would vouch for me. Then, everyone was willing to lend me any amount I desired.”

Samuel sounded ecstatic. “Your husband’s name really carries weight! No one dares to mess with me anymore. If they do, I’ll have my brother–in–law deal with them.”

Suzanne clenched her fists tightly. She was shaking with

rage.

Her face was steely as she warned him, “Samuel York, you

bastard. If you continue using Nathan’s name to scam people for money, I won’t let it slide.”

.ne at me, Samuel laughed condescendingly. “Don’t ju Suzanne. Dad also goes around telling his drinking buddies that his son–in–law is Nathan Morrison. He gloats about his daughter marrying into a wealthy family.”

She called your husband the other day and easily got herself a hundred thousand

the other end

phone.

bloodshot and brimming with tears from

they did was latch on to others and leech off of them. You couldn’t shake them off even if you wanted

disgusting.

Suzanne growled. “So please stop looking

Morrison family.”

run into a family like this in

know my limits. I won

out loans

to arrange a position

to listen anymore. She hung up on him and gradually shut her eyes while taking a deep breath. Her

felt so

angry she was. Her entire body was

couldn’t understand. What did she do to deserve such a family? It felt worse than death to be stuck with them.

tossed her phone aside and dragged her exhausted body into the bathroom to wash up.

hour later, Suzanne emerged from her

front of the coffee table. She had her glasses on and was furiously typing on her

computer.