Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 760: Losing

Chapter 760: Chapter 760: Losing the Vest

Nancy saw Marian not cooperating and saying such childish things, and she almost lost control and rolled her eyes at Marian.

"How can you think of me like this? I’m doing this for your own good. You know that Claude is different from us. His mother was father’s original wife, and I heard that his mother was forced to death by one of father’s mistresses through some means. Although it wasn’t our mother who did it, to him, our mother is no different from the woman who forced his mother to death." Nancy looked into Marian’s eyes and said with a worried expression.

"Since he hates our mother, how can he be good to us? Ignoring us might already be a form of restraint. Just now, Norman merely rolled his eyes at him, and he was kicked out. You should know what happens to those who are kicked out. He just doesn’t want Norman to live. From his attitude towards Norman, you should be able to see his attitude towards us. He actually came to you just now, I’m afraid he wants to harm you."

Nancy thought her words were heartfelt enough, and even if Marian disliked her, she should feel empathy and stand united against a common enemy. Little did she know that Marian looked at Nancy not with empathy, but with a faint trace of wariness.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What did I say wrong?" Nancy felt uneasy under Marian’s gaze and couldn’t help but move deeper into the couch.

"Are you the one with a problem in your head, or do you think there’s something wrong with mine?" Marian looked at Nancy blankly, a signature mocking smile faintly lining her lips.

you think of me

save it. We both know what kind of person you are. From the moment I saw you in this villa, I disliked you. I’ve done so many things against you, can you not hold a grudge? Can you sincerely want to help me? Can you genuinely worry for me? Don’t joke. If there were a chance to kill me now, you’d probably be the first to take it." Marian gave Nancy a sidelong glance

I’m about

a hidden compartment under the coffee table. Her slender, pale fingers pulled one out, lit it, and she half-closed her eyes, inhaling slowly,

so much, right? It’s actually quite simple. I hate that you obviously act like a bitch, with a heart as fierce as a snake or scorpion, yet pretend to be pure and harmless. You’re clearly the young lady of this family, yet you

of smoke at Nancy’s face, which still maintained a façade of weakness. Suddenly, a malicious delight surged in her heart. "Oh, don’t look at me with that expression. Remember when there

bringing up the past, a hint of confusion appeared on Nancy’s face, unsure if such a person ever appeared

and couldn’t help but let

you’d forget. After all, she was just one of many who died by your hands. Of course, you wouldn’t bother remembering a dead person. That maid was accused by you of stealing father’s stuff, had her hands cut off, then was killed by the

are, so stop pretending to be weak with me. I know what kind of nature lies beneath this skin of yours, so get lost." Marian pointed to her door, her