Chapter 159

Katniss's eyes narrowed slightly. She was young, with a strong youthful aura on her face, but her smiling eyes were both arrogant and calm. She spoke lightly, "Just because someone cries doesn't mean they're the most wronged. This trick is quite useful, though. I saw Clara use it when I was little."

Suddenly, the glass door opened, and a strong wind blew in.

It lifted Katniss's fine strands of hair.

The next second, Katniss's face turned cold as she smashed the glass in her hand, shattering it into countless pieces on the ground.

Everyone was startled.

"Katniss, what are you doing?!"

Katniss's clear eyes were filled with sarcasm. "But I'm not a child anymore. Giving away my deceased grandmother's bracelet, who are you trying to disgust? If you're going to give it away, can't you be more careful? If you do something wrong, just saying 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean it' makes it okay? So if I slap you now and then say 'I'm sorry,' is that okay?"

What a show!

How could it be such a coincidence to give away Maximilian's biological mother's relic?

Being a mistress is disgusting enough, and now causing trouble here!

"A new daughter-in-law dares to slam the table and break dishes in front of elders. Maximilian, you better control your wife!" someone said sarcastically.

Katniss looked up and retorted immediately, "Some elders should mind their own business."

Katniss had seen such biased scenes since she was a child and had lived through them for decades.

Now, she didn't even need to think to counter these people.

The person was so angry that they stood up abruptly, pointing a trembling finger at Katniss, trying to say something.

Maximilian raised his deep, calm eyes, stood up, and completely shielded Katniss with his body.

He was tall, with straight legs, and the light from the chandelier in the living room was almost blocked by him.

For a moment, the surroundings seemed a bit dim.

Gabriel and the others were stunned, clearly not expecting Maximilian to stand up.

walked steadily

eyes, he was like an elegant

pointing at

when she was alive. After her death, my wife Katniss is the mistress of the Boleyn family. As long as I'm alive, this woman will never be the mistress of

overwhelming aura, spitting out the next words with a dark contempt, "She will always be the mistress you keep in

walk into The Boleyn Manor intact; you should be

doubted the truth of his last

wanted, Emily would

stiff, looking at his mother with a hidden and mocking gaze. His large hand clenched into

his arms, had a changing and

biological mother, his

and Maximilian, Desmond wouldn't let

and Clara, naturally

her clear

up for Emily. Natalie was

learned more, tasting a different

death, yet these people

shouldn't have appeared today. This act was just to disgust the

is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete

defied by Maximilian, was utterly humiliated and trembling with anger. "You unfilial

that I

splashing, exuding an authoritative aura without anger. "Can't we have a proper family dinner? Father and son always

why don't you

interrupted him, disappointed. "Katniss is right. If

you can't see the situation

Carlton's gaze swept over

her shoulders, looking pitiful

my fault. Don't get angry

know it's your fault,

yes." Emily nodded

too.

Today's matter is over. No one is to

suppressed rage, he slowly

Maximilian sit down, then discreetly placed her hand on his wrist to check his

breathed a sigh of relief; his

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