My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 72

Madison squinted her eyes. “Ms. Preston. I choose my things, and you pay for yours. Engaging in personal attacks just makes you look cheap.”

Daisy sneered as she retorted, “Did I say anything wrong? The only reason my brother helped you buy a luxury car is because of your diligent lawning. But this trick won’t work anymore because he already has Alison by his side. I advise you to save verse face for yourself and not act cheap!”

At this moment, Madison’s phone suddenly received a notification sound. The shop assistant respectfully approached her. “Ms, Atkins, our financial team has transferred today’s sales commission. Please check your phone.”

Madison smiled. I’ve received the commission. Thank you for your hard work.”

Daisy stood dumbfounded, and Alison’s expression became even more complex. They had just clearly heard that Madison received 8 million dollars tonight.

Madison turned to Hazel and smiled. “A bit exhausted after shopping. Let’s grab a drink. My treat.”

Hazel intentionally raised her voice. “Ms. Atkins is amazing. 8 million dollars came into her pocket just in the blink of an eye. At this rate, she can afford a Koenigsegg in less than a week. Who needs to beg others for help? I wonder how some people’s minds work.”

As Madison and Hazel were about to leave, Daisy suddenly rushed over and blocked Madison’s way. Her eyes turned red as she demanded. “Give me an explanation. What’s going on here?”

Madison patiently explained. “My expertise is in fashion design, and jewelry design is just something I occasionally dabble in. So, on top of the design fee, I also ask for a twenty percent share of the profits.”

Daisy, feeling enraged, and trembled as she said, “So… all those you picked just now are your own designs?”

Madison chuckled. “Yes, if it weren’t for Ms. Preston’s generosity to spend money, I might not have received these 8 million dollars.”

Daisy was infuriated, raising her hand to slap Madison. “Bit c h! You bitc h! How dare you plot against me!” However, her hand had yet to touch Madison’s face when Madison seized her wrist, using the momentum to counter and deliver a slap back. Snap! Daisy received a slap, and her cheek stung fiercely. She almost forgot that Madison was no longer the woman who used to endure silently. Now, Madison was like a cat with sharpened claws, ready to strike back at any moment.

handle this matter professionally. With that, she immediately sent a message to her assistant, [Release the drafted lawsuit and send a private copy

Madison’s defamation lawsuit against Daisy became a

After reading it, he immediately drove home. Upon

Madison scheming against me.

the victim?”

that Madison wasn’t the type to provoke conflicts, and familiar with his sister’s character,

always fearing her brother, didn’t dare hide anything. She truthfully recounted the incident. Regina, upon hearing that Daisy had extravagantly thrown away 40 million dollars to benefit Madison, was

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girl, how did you let yourself be played around by that scheming b

red and swelled instantly, but she dared not retort and could only endure it silently, her eyes turning red from holding back the

matter. Madison is just too c n g. constantly provoking her. After all, Daisy is still young,

stash of private funds had been squandered, clutched her throbbing

did try to stop her, but Madison is too c unning . She ke pt setting traps for Daisy, and the two of us couldn’t match

u n n i n g woman! When I see her, I’ll tear her

cold look, warning. “This is a family matter. It’s better

intentions. To avoid embarrassment and another bout of anger, she quickly found an excuse to

being too c u n n i n g. Even if you beat me to death. I wouldn’t have bought those jewelry if I knew

spoke coldly. “You still haven’t

said, “What mistake did I make? That bitc h smeared you and Alison. I just

lesson.”

coldness covered his handsome face. “Back to your

realized Neville was going to punish her, so she immediately crawled to Regina for help. “Mom, save me!

say something when Neville coldly interrupted, “If you