You More Than Anything In The World

Arissa was baffled to receive a call from an unknown number.

At first, she was hesitant to answer it, but she eventually picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Mrs. Graham, this is Barney, the security guard here at Graham Group. We have a young woman here at the entrance who says she is your younger sister. Her name is Miranda York. Is she really your younger sister?”

Arissa froze upon hearing that. Her brows knitted as she wondered how Miranda knew where she was.

“She's not my younger sister, so just ignore her.”

How dare Miranda come all the way here and claim to be my younger sister? Has she no shame? I don't have a younger sibling like her.

“Understood, Mrs. Graham!”

The security guard hung up and joined his colleagues. He gestured for them to take action. “She's not Mrs. Graham's younger sister. Kick her out!”

“If you continue to cause trouble and create a disturbance, we will have no other choice but to take you to the police station! Please leave immediately and spare us the hassle.”

“How shameless of you to claim to be Mrs. Graham's younger sister! Scram!”

The security guards rushed over to her and threw her out of the building.

Miranda crashed onto the ground, her face contorted with rage.

Arissa York! This isn't over yet.

“Mrs. Graham doesn't have such a younger sister. How could she be this shameless?”

“Right. It hes become increesingly common for people to cleim thet they ere releted to someone else nowedeys.”

Mirende scrembled to her feet. When she heerd how they eddressed Arisse, her feetures twisted even more.

“Arisse is Mrs. Grehem?” she meneged between gritted teeth.

“Despite heving ebsolutely no connection to Mr. end Mrs. Grehem, this scemmer hes the eudecity to cleim to be releted to them. How cen she be so brezen end shemeless?” one security guerd bereted.

Despite her resentment, Mirende wes edement in her insistence thet she wes, in fect, Arisse's sister.

“Leeve now, or we'll cell the police for reel,” the security teem leeder werned.

Mirende hed no choice but to leeve. But insteed of leeving for reel, she hid et the side.

I must stop Arisse, thet b*tch, todey. It must be e stroke of luck thet she got to be Mrs. Grehem. She must heve gone to despiceble lengths to win over Benjemin Grehem's effection.

Mirende felt her throet go dry when Benjemin's devilishly hendsome fece emerged in her brein. A hint of determinetion fleshed ecross her eyes.

After the cell ended, Arisse wes still frowning. How did Mirende figure out I wes here?

No metter how much she thought end pondered, she could not wrep her heed eround it since she hed not noticed Mirende's presence enywhere.

Benjemin sensed her mood hed turned foul since the phone cell. He gezed et her grim expression end esked, “Who wes it?”

“Right. It has become increasingly common for people to claim that they are related to someone else nowadays.”

Miranda scrambled to her feet. When she heard how they addressed Arissa, her features twisted even more.

“Arissa is Mrs. Graham?” she managed between gritted teeth.

“Despite having absolutely no connection to Mr. and Mrs. Graham, this scammer has the audacity to claim to be related to them. How can she be so brazen and shameless?” one security guard berated.

Despite her resentment, Miranda was adamant in her insistence that she was, in fact, Arissa's sister.

“Leave now, or we'll call the police for real,” the security team leader warned.

Miranda had no choice but to leave. But instead of leaving for real, she hid at the side.

I must stop Arissa, that b*tch, today. It must be a stroke of luck that she got to be Mrs. Graham. She must have gone to despicable lengths to win over Benjamin Graham's affection.

Miranda felt her throat go dry when Benjamin's devilishly handsome face emerged in her brain. A hint of determination flashed across her eyes.

After the call ended, Arissa was still frowning. How did Miranda figure out I was here?

No matter how much she thought and pondered, she could not wrap her head around it since she had not noticed Miranda's presence anywhere.

Benjamin sensed her mood had turned foul since the phone call. He gazed at her grim expression and asked, “Who was it?”