"Why ask for money when the person is gone?"
Jennifer Von finally reacted.
She hated the Wilson family so much that she was itching to peel their skin and tear them apart.
"I have a way. Just come out first, and we'll have a good talk. You don't want to see your hard-earned money swallowed by them, do you?"
This sentence instantly struck a chord with Jennifer Von.
With a click, the door lock was pulled open from the inside.
Jennifer Von stood at the door, looking haggard, with swollen red eyes and a dismal air about her.
"Look at you, distressing yourself over such a trivial matter. If Michael Wilson knew, he'd be insanely proud, thinking he has nothing but can still have a woman cry her heart out for him daily. That would definitely become a bragging point for him his whole life."
"Let him dream on!"
Jennifer Von immediately wiped her eyes dry, wearing a stern face, "A family of trash, still daring to covet me. They can keep dreaming."
