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It was Dorothy.

She stood in a puddle of what looked disturbingly like blood, her white ankle boots soaked through, as she watched me halt the action of closing the door. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Jane, I’d advise you to back off. Stop messing around with Bryant.”

That she found my address so quickly was alarming.

I frowned, “Whether it’s you or Margaret, you’d better check yourself into a hospital or better yet, go bother Bryant. Don’t come here bothering me.”

“Huh, cut the act!” She glanced inside my house with disdain. I’ve done my homework. Without marrying Bryant, how could someone like you, with both parents gone and broke, afford such a place?”

She lifted her chin, exuding the kind of arrogance only the wealthy possess, in full display.

coldly, “Oh, what about you? If it weren’t for the luck of being adopted by the Myers family, would you even be here, speaking like this, boldly meddling in someone

shouldn’t expect me to play nice if she stepped on my

pushed her away, glaring at her foot nearly stepping inside my home, my gaze filled with disgust, “Don’t dirty my

glaring at me with hatred. “You’ll see. “Since you don’t want to take my advice or accept my good will, I’m done playing

nice?” I shot back sarcastically, “Ms. Myers,

on clinging to the Ferguson family,

you think I could refuse if he wanted a

anyone didn’t want me to have peace and refused a divorce, it was Bryant, not me. They feared Bryant too much

Dorothy suddenly laughed. “Fine, if you said that. Given the current troubles of the Ferguson Group, a marriage alliance with

a happy marriage and a

moved

Unexpectedly, even with my non–confrontational stance, Dorothy still wasn’t satisfied and arrogantly stopped me, gritting her teeth. “You think I can’t do anything to you? Yeah. Here’s RiverCity, unlike Vista Town, where I can do whatever I want, but dealing

a cold look. “Are you crazy or

agreed, so what

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