The Wrong Woman

Chapter 187

Samuel shot her a cold laugh. “I had no choice. You didn’t want to help me pay anything, and they were rushing me for the money.

“I had no choice but to tell them my dear sister is the wife of a wealthy family. A bit of spare change from them was more than enough for me to pay off my debts.”

He continued, “This method worked wonders! Your in–laws are so generous. They helped me with half of what I owed in

a snap.

“Your husband is quite the character too. All I had to do was mention my brother–in–law is General Morrison of the Norvanian Military, and you would vouch for me. Then, everyone was willing to lend me any amount I desired.”

Samuel sounded ecstatic. “Your husband’s name really carries weight! No one dares to mess with me anymore. If they do, I’ll have my brother–in–law deal with them.”

Suzanne clenched her fists tightly. She was shaking with

rage.

Her face was steely as she warned him, “Samuel York, you

bastard. If you continue using Nathan’s name to scam people for money, I won’t let it slide.”

.ne at me, Samuel laughed condescendingly. “Don’t ju Suzanne. Dad also goes around telling his drinking buddies that his son–in–law is Nathan Morrison. He gloats about his daughter marrying into a wealthy family.”

He continued, “But Mom is worse. She called your husband the other day and easily got herself a hundred thousand dollars. How generous of him.”

basked in self–satisfaction on the

phone.

Suzanne’s eyes were already bloodshot and brimming

All they did was latch on to others and leech off of them. You couldn’t shake

disgusting.

divorced him,” Suzanne growled. “So please stop looking for him and stop

Morrison family.”

would believe you. You couldn’t run into a family

Suzanne. I know my limits. I won

out loans

anymore. Go ask your husband to arrange a position for me in the military. I want an office position…”

on him and gradually

so constricted.

she was. Her

What did she do to deserve such a family? It

phone aside and dragged her exhausted body into the bathroom to wash up.

an hour later, Suzanne

table. She had her glasses on and was furiously typing on

computer.

Then, she

glued to the computer screen as her fingers flew across the