Chapter 1004:

Snatching the napkin away, Elsa scoffed, wiping herself. “Don’t bother; I’ll handle it. Had I known you were already married, I never would have invited you to a meal in the first place.”

A married woman wasn’t suitable for her son, no matter how rich she was. Embarrassment painted Gracie’s cheeks red. She shot Brenna a seething look before making her exit.

Only then did Elsa fix her icy attention on Brenna, clearly ready to vent her anger. “No wonder my son broke things off with you. Just look at yourself—no manners, no self-control, and bold enough to offend your elders. Do you even know how much my outfit costs?”

Brenna didn’t so much as flinch. “Your designer dress means nothing to me. Back when I dated your son, I put up with your attitude because you were his mother. Now, I’ve broken up with your son; I don’t owe you a thing. You still treat me like dirt. Why should I tolerate it?”

She stared Elsa down, unwavering. “The next time you cross my path, I suggest you watch your behavior, or you’ll regret it. Today, I’ll let this go since you are my ex-boyfriend’s mother. You should leave.”

shallow and her temples pulsing. No words would come; anger

tone icy. “You’re not about to fake falling sick again, are you? Your son mentioned you use that trick

this lady doesn’t seem well. Maybe you should stop provoking her. If something happens, you’ll have to accompany her to the hospital

was all it took for Brenna to realize she didn’t want further drama. It wasn’t about money; she simply didn’t want to be tangled up with Elsa or Ethan anymore. With a nod,

this young lady take them to the

with

settle this quietly? This coat cost me twenty grand, and the scarf she ruined was nearly thirty! She owes me for both. She splashed juice on my face and embarrassed me

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such bad shape that you need to blackmail me for money now? Well, you’re not getting a cent from me. If you’ve got a problem with that, go

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