?Chapter 281:


    One billion dors!


    The old woman couldn’t believe her own ears. How many homes could that buy? How many bracelets could that purchase?


    Katelyn’s patience was wearing thin. “I’ve already given the money to the Baileys. There’s nothing more I can do. If you want, you can ask them for a refund. Then you can keep the money for yourselves.”


    She had never considered reiming that money. It was the price she paid to sever ties with the Bailey family. She mentioned the money on purpose now, though. If the old woman and her son harassed Sharon instead, they would leave Katelyn alone, allowing her to enjoy the drama.


    Vincent quickly caught on to Katelyn’s strategy. He tapped his knee lightly, a knowing look in his eyes. As Katelyn spoke, Vincent could almost see a yful glint in her eyes. She was quite the character.


    The old woman, enticed by the prospect of more free money, was more cautious this time due to her previous experience with the house.


    “Is that really true? It better not turn out like the house situation.”<fn6a36> This text is hosted at F?nd-Novel</fn6a36>


    “I’m a woman of my word,” Katelyn replied coolly. “I told you the house was legally mine, and it’s yours to keep if you can manage to stay there. But you couldn’t manage that. It’s the same with the money. Whether you get it back depends on your efforts.”


    Katelyn added after a brief pause, “Do you need the Bailey family’s address?”


    The old woman replied, “Give it to me now. I want to see where they live. How shameless of them to take all that money!”


    “Sure thing.”


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    Katelyn provided the address and hung up the phone.


    The very next moment, she sent a message to someone else: ‘Big news about the Bailey family. It needs to go live on the broadcast.’


    Bobbi responded promptly, “No problem.”


    Bobbi was Katelyn’s go-to person in the media. Previously, during press conferences and media alerts, Bobbi had been very helpful.


    Once she received a positive response, Katelyn promptly transferred a deposit to Bobbi, eagerly anticipating the unfolding events.


    Whenparing the value of a house to a billion dors, even the simplest person would know which was more appealing, especially to someone as greedy as the old woman.


    Sharon had be increasingly shrewish in recent weeks, but she still couldn’t outmatch the old woman’s sheer audacity.


    As expected, the old woman and her son made their way to the Bailey family’s home as soon as they received the address. Meanwhile, Bobbi arrived with a group of reporters, broadcasting the event live with professional equipment. The old woman didn’t care about the cameras, convinced that the greater the public exposure, the better.


    Standing in front of the Bailey residence, she banged on the door. With her hands on her hips, she shouted, “Sharon Bailey, you shameless bitch! Come outside! How dare you demand so much money from Mia! Disgraceful! You think that money is yours? You better hope you live long enough to spend it.”


    The Bailey residence,plete with a vi and courtyard, meant Sharon stayed inside while the butler responded.


    The butler, clearly annoyed, inquired, “Who are you?”


    Dismissive, the old woman continued her tirade, “It’s none of your business! Get Sharon Bailey out here! She struck mest time. She owes me for medical bills. I’m here to settle both ounts.”


    The butler’s gaze turned cold. “Watch your tone. Leave now. If you insult Mrs. Bailey again, I’ll have the security guards escort you out.”


    Marlon Miles stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves with a smirk.


    “You people in the city are always like this, huh? Always threatening to call security. Well, listen up. My mother has heart problems, among other illnesses. If you touch her, it might kill her.”


    The butler was speechless, never having seen such tant disrespect for proper behavior.


    Watching the live feed, Katelyn couldn’t help butugh out loud. The old woman often used her “illnesses” to intimidate others, knowing they wouldn’t dare touch her.


    However, Sharon was too short-tempered to tolerate such antics. This time, the old woman was likely to face a setback.


    The butler, too furious to speak, remained silent.


    Marlon scoffed, “You’re just a watchdog. Stop wasting our time and bring Sharon Bailey out!”


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