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.”

in self–satisfaction on the other end of

phone.

eyes were already bloodshot and brimming with

that lived in the sewers. All they did was latch on to others and leech off of

disgusting.

“So please stop looking for him and stop causing trouble for

Morrison family.”

a fool would believe you. You couldn’t run into a family like this in a million

Suzanne. I know

out loans

to arrange a position for me in the military. I want an office position…”

She hung up on him and gradually shut her eyes while

so constricted.

head was aching from how angry she was. Her entire body was aching.

such a family? It felt worse than death to be stuck with

tossed her phone aside and dragged her exhausted body into the

Suzanne emerged from

crossed in front of the coffee table. She had her glasses on and was furiously typing on her

computer.

Suzanne greeted, approaching her lethargically. Then, she slumped listlessly on the

as her fingers flew across the keyboard. She cast her a quick