Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Chapter 142

Allison strolled into the room, looking effortlessly chic in her beige Chanel suit. Her long hair was styled into a sleek bun at the back of her neck, and the pearl earrings she wore seemed to add just the right touch of elegance. She carried herself with the kind of grace you'd expect from someone raised in a well-to-do family, every move exuding charm.

But Emily wasn't having it. She gave Allison a thorough once-over, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Those fancy designer clothes don't really suit our girls. I've always thought a long dress does the trick. Just look at how gorgeous Lilliam looks in hers."

Allison nodded, keeping her tone soft and respectful, "You're right, Grandma."

Emily arched an eyebrow. "You're not officially in the family yet, so why don't you stick to calling me Mrs. Fisher, like everyone else."

Rose, who was nearby, blinked in surprise. What was Emily getting at? Her manner towards Allison seemed a bit off. Wasn't Allison and Joshua's engagement practically a done deal? Calling her “Grandma❞ seemed perfectly normal. Why insist on “Mrs. Fisher” as if Allison were a stranger?

Allison was going to be

It seemed Emily had some kind of issue with her. A quick glance at Lillian, who looked quite pleased with herself standing next to Emily, gave Allison all the clues she needed. Lillian must have been

cool, Allison responded, "Alright, Mrs.

hold back any longer. She chimed in warmly, "Mom, Allison is Joshua's fiancée, your future granddaughter-in-law. It makes perfect sense for

at Rose, her tone firm and unwavering. “The engagement party was called off. Right now, she and Joshua

eyebrows knitted together. What was Emily playing

Lillian, chatting away, leaving Allison to stand awkwardly to the

aware of

feathers. Emily clearly favored Lillian, who had no love for Allison, so it wasn't surprising that she

it off. After all, she was going to marry Joshua, not Emily, so not getting her approval wasn't the end of the world. Plus, her future mother-in-law Rose was quite

along, and her expression turned sour. She glanced at the clock on the wall and said in a distant tone, "It's almost dinnertime. Allison, why don't

setting the table is a job for the staff. Allie