The Woman From Hell

"You're not a member of the Schumans yet, so you're just an eyesore to everyone now. I've always been a person who hates trouble and seeks the easiest way to solve a problem. Similarly, I hate it a lot when others give me trouble, so I hope you'll leave me alone from now on."

Susan looked at Sara with an icy gaze. "If you want anything, then go ahead and ask Tyler for it. If he wants to give it to you, then he will, but if he doesn't want to give it to you, then that only shows that you're not worthy yet."

Susan seemed really calm, not the slightest affected by Sara's provocations.

I was unsure if it was because she did not care about Sara and Tyler anymore.

Sara felt as though her blows had landed on cotton, which made her angry. However, she had no place to vent out. "Stop being smug. I'll marry him sooner or later. He'll give me more than what you get in the future, and you'll vanish completely from his life. I'll put up with you for several more days, but I won't let you walk away with anything. A filthy woman like you doesn't deserve to receive anything from the Schumans."

Susan suddenly let out a slightly mocking laughter. "No wonder you kept staring at me during dinner. It turns out it's because of this."

After saying that, she took out the black card Carlson gave her from her pocket and handed it to Sara. "You covet this card, don't you? If you want it, then take it. Stop trying to annoy me."

pushed her to take the card. She then snapped. "I guess you're smart. From now on, you're not allowed to take anything from

a reward from him for serving him all these years. I can give them to you as charity." "Hah." Susan let out a mocking sneer. " Judging from your attitude, those who

card in her hand and snorted coldly. "I'm going to marry Tyler sooner or later. When I do, I'll be handling these things. I don't think there's

complete disregard. She turned around to leave. "I extend my congratulations to you for marrying into a rich family, then, Ms.

words were

She stormed up to Susan in her high heels and stopped her from leaving. She tried

should be sensible enough to leave

had crossed the

words. Have you not heard that trouble comes out of one's mouth? I'm not in the mood to argue with you right now, but that doesn't mean you can cross

Cassey's club. If I had known, then I