Shirley Thorne wore a designer dress, her hair styled in loose waves. Her makeup was subtle, giving her a radiant and captivating look.
Ethan Grant, in contrast, was in his unchangeable uniform: a crisp suit, white shirt, and black jacket. With his stern expression, he looked less like he was going to a family dinner and more like he was heading to a board meeting.
The two arrived at the Grant Estate. It was less an estate and more a mountain villa; the entire mountain belonged to the Grant Family.
The main gate of the Grant Estate was built right into the mountainside.
Shirley Thorne suddenly understood that temp worker who hated the rich. 'I'm so jealous.'
They got out of the car, and without any human intervention, the gate opened via automatic facial recognition.
There were no dogs at the estate, which meant Shirley Thorne was short one target for stirring up trouble.
But before they could even step inside, an exaggerated, mocking voice drifted out from behind the gate.
"Well, well, if it isn't Ethan. This must be the new wife, right? I hadn't even bothered to remember the last one, and now you've switched again? Is this one worth remembering?"
The woman who appeared was reasonably pretty, but she had a heavy "silicone" look, as if she'd had major work done. With upward-slanting eyes, thin lips, and fine eyebrows, she was long-haired and slender-waisted. Her eyes dripped with ridicule, and her entire being radiated ill intent.
'This person... I feel like I've seen her somewhere before,'
Shirley Thorne thought to herself.
She furrowed her delicate brow, trying to search her memory.
In Josephine Grant's eyes, Shirley's pensive expression looked as if she were "stunned" by her words and on the verge of tears.
She then deliberately covered her mouth and chuckled. "Oh, dear, Ethan, did I say the wrong thing? Don't be sad, new wifey. Nothing in this world is certain. Who knows, maybe this time you two can be as sweet and happy as my husband and I!"
'This new wife is too easy to provoke,' Josephine Grant sneered inwardly. 'She's already hurt?'
'Ethan's taste in women is really getting worse and worse!'
Ethan Grant couldn't be bothered to deal with a buffoon like Josephine Grant, but Shirley Thorne, on the other hand, gave her a brilliant smile, her eyes full of playful mischief.
She said, "Miss, have we met somewhere before? The gynecology department, perhaps?"
If she recalled correctly, her past self, back when she worked as a nursing assistant at the hospital, had seen this surgically-enhanced face before!
'I think it was because her husband was cheating, and she went to catch the mistress?'
"Impossible!" Josephine Grant retorted hastily. "Before you latched onto Ethan Grant, you were just some pauper. How could we have ever met?"
Josephine Grant ran a relationship-advice account online, and her entire brand was built on selling the image of a loving marriage and a happy family to attract followers.
She absolutely would not admit to ever crossing paths with Shirley Thorne. The gynecology department? That was even more absurd!
Shirley Thorne stroked her chin, a sly glint in her eyes, and nodded firmly. "No, I'm sure we've met."
Josephine Grant snorted. "Fine. If you say we've met, then tell me where."
She refused to believe Shirley Thorne would actually admit to her past as a nursing assistant. A pheasant that had become a phoenix would never want to admit it used to be a pheasant, right?
'Isn't she afraid Ethan Grant will call off the wedding?'
However, she underestimated Shirley Thorne's commitment to making enemies. She wasn't going to let such a perfect opportunity slip by!
Shirley Thorne cleared her throat twice, about to formulate her words and show off her talent for provocation in front of Ethan Grant, when a vaguely familiar male voice came from inside.
"Josephine, who's back? Is it Ethan?"
'Josephine?'
'This is the billionaire's half-sister? Josephine Grant!'
Shirley Thorne's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the surgically-altered face before her.
She was wrong. This woman hadn't just had plastic surgery; she'd had a head transplant.
Last night, to help her better antagonize his relatives, the billionaire had specifically brought out the family photo album, pointing out and giving detailed descriptions of the family members who were openly hostile to him. Among them was this illegitimate sister, from whose foul mouth no kind words could ever come.
However, the woman standing before her... compared to the photo the billionaire had used to introduce her last night, it wasn't just a matter of them not quite looking alike—they looked completely unrelated.
Shirley Thorne muttered under her breath, "Mr. Grant, your family photo album needs an update."
Ethan Grant: "..."
Hearing the man's voice, Josephine Grant, who had been bristling with hostility just a moment ago, immediately softened her tone and whined, "Leo, someone's bullying me!"
Leo Graham was tall and handsome. He usually wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving him a scholarly air. He hurried to the doorway and asked with a frown, "What's going on?"
The moment Shirley Thorne saw him, she knew her memory was correct.
"Yes, yes, it's you!" Shirley Thorne feigned surprise, her face a mask of shock. "It was you two last year! The man was there with his mistress for her abortion, and the wife showed up to catch them, knocking over several bottles of medicine in the hospital. You made me mop the floor for ages."
Hearing this, the color drained from both of their faces.
Josephine Grant leaped up and shrieked, "You're lying!"
She never imagined Shirley Thorne would actually bring up her past as a nursing assistant. 'Doesn't she think that's low?'