You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

When Shermaine returned to the Smallwood residence, the first scene that met her eyes was her mother crying, looking vulnerable and pitiful.

She was already in a bad mood, so when she saw her mother crying like this, she felt even more irritable.

“Shermaine, are you back? The Tyson family has gone too far, especially Matthew. I called your Uncle Jacque just now. The Tysons really need to be taught a lesson. Just one word from the Wynters, and the Tyson family will get on their knees and apologize for what they have done.”

Shermaine had heard these words from her mother countless times, and she had been hopeful.

However, her hopes were crushed each time.

“Mom, don’t be so childish. What can the Wynters do to them? They are in the same boat, after all. Rocking the boat would do no one any good.

“But…”

“Don’t you ‘but’ me. If your brother could help, would things have turned out this way? Can ‘just one word’ make Matthew marry me?”

In fact, this was exactly what Kayla had in mind. She remembered that when she was young, many people would come to see the Wynters, asking for help.

When she asked her father why, he told her that the Wynters were superior and no one dared to oppose them.

That perception had been instilled in Kayla’s mind, and all these years, she thought that this was the absolute truth.

Moreover, Kayla had not encountered any setbacks or major challenges previously, so she only grew older but not wiser.

Kayla felt a little hesitant when she saw her daughter’s displeased face that was filled with disdain.

Reaching out, she hugged her and said in a low voice, “Shermaine, don’t be afraid. No matter what, I will definitely help you. After all, you are my only baby girl. If your Uncle Jacque is unwilling to help you, I will go to your grandma. Your grandfather had a lot of subordinates back then, and now they have become incredible figures. If your grandma helps to oppress the Tysons, they will have no choice but to agree.”

Shermaine was doubtful. “Mom, do you think it will work?”

“Why not? Tomorrow, I will visit your grandmother and ask her for help. If Matthew refuses, we could find someone to cause trouble for his company. Other than that, we can also make him lose his position. It would be a piece of cake for us, so don’t worry.”

Shermaine looked at her mother in surprise as she had thought that Mom was an innocent and incompetent woman who was overprotected by her grandfather.

It was totally unexpected that she could plan such strategies.

Shermaine herself had thought of these plans before, but she was not able to carry them out without help from the Wynters. Furthermore, these plans were easier said than done.

So, she was now in an awkward position.

In the evening, Kayla told James her plan. James had always loved his wife and children, so although he had nothing against the Tysons, he was fine with just threatening them a little.

Besides, the whole family needed to be in the Wynters’ good books.

Consequently, the Smallwood family visited the Wynters again the next day.

mother and complained to her before Shermaine

then accused the Tyson family of all kinds of treachery and unkindness to the Wynters and

She also knew that teaching the Tysons a little lesson might be a bit too much. However, for so many years, she had always felt that she owed her daughter too much, and this granddaughter had been very filial to her, thereby winning the

had really gone too far this time, and they should be

of Pyotr’s former subordinates, using his relationship with them as a pivot.

granddaughter, “You girls, rest assured. The Tysons will knock

Immediately, she hugged Hannah affectionately with an outpouring of sweet words of gratitude, which made Hannah the

she was not as cold-hearted

She wanted to shower her with love, perhaps to redeem herself for

…

was being dressed up again for another

he was personable and handsome. This time, Clarissa was dressed to the nines under Hilary’s supervision. After watching her dress up, she personally sent Clarissa to the venue. In order to ensure that everything went smoothly, she even

wishes. Shortly after she took her seat, the

did look appealing, while his demeanor was elegant

warm smile, gazing at her with gentle eyes. After chatting for ten minutes, she was surprised that he did not try to impress her, nor did he show any signs of looking down on women. Why does such a decent man even need to

conversation during which they asked each other some basic questions about each other’s likes, hobbies,

Clarissa was unable to figure out if this man was interested in her or not. Deep down, she hoped that he

she was fine with having a

the man did not offer to send Clarissa home. Instead, he invited her to go

Clarissa declined with

sorry, Mr. Longman, but

direct. This is quite normal overseas. If I’ve offended you, I do

This is just my personal habit. I will

let me send you

“There is no need.”

not insist on sending Clarissa home. After watching her leave, he went to

After bombarding Clarissa with questions, she insisted that her daughter be more proactive in looking for a partner and encouraged her to invite Mr. Longman

it would only be natural for them to pair

Mr. Longman is quite good-looking, perhaps I could try it out with him. Besides, when Mom

Longman, and the two went out on

Clarissa for a drink

with Mr. Longman, she became groggy, so he helped her into the car and

barely conscious. In her groggy state, she could sense that she was being supported by a man who

put her on a bed. She rolled

and dashed straight into the bathroom. After relieving herself, she got up. In her semi-conscious state, she heard water splashing but did not dwell on it. Upon coming out, she made

woke up, she was met with the piercing sunlight. Blocking her eyes with

her awareness returned, and she jerked up in fright.

she lifted the blanket and examined herself, she realized that she was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, which were now creased. To her relief, her

bed and took out

she quickly came out of the room. But before she

“Huh…”