"Hah, a few days apart and you''re apletely different person. I really underestimated this little niece of mine. Who knew she had such a sharp tongue?"


    Joshua''s expression was mocking, his eyes on Yvonne as if she were a new toy.


    Yvonne looked up, gave him a lukewarm nce, and said slowly, "I was just keeping a low profile before. That''s why I didn''t bother making a fuss when that little bastard you fathered called me a bitch."


    This James family father and son duo... not a single one of them was decent.


    Mr. James Sr.''s first wife, Teresa''s mother, had married him back when the James family was far from being a powerful n.


    Mr. James Sr. had seized the opportunities to build his fortune. After he became sessful, he started keeping mistresses and fathering illegitimate children.


    If it weren''t for the fear of dividing his assets in a divorce, he would have kicked his long-suffering wife to the curb long ago.


    The original Mrs. James died of depression in her early fifties. The current Mrs. James married into the family almost immediately after—a seamless transition.


    And Joshua had perfectly inherited his father''s scumbag traits, a true phnderer. He wasn''t even married yet and already had an illegitimate son.


    Everyone at the table looked grim. The dinner ended on a sour note.


    Mrs. James Sr. helped Mr. James Sr. back to his room. Marcia and Joshua also returned to their respective vis.


    Teresa, Jeffrey, and Yvonne followed Jerome to his house.


    The James family estate was vast, and each child had their own vi. Teresa had one before she married, but not long after her wedding, Mrs. James St. had the vi redecorated, throwing out all of Teresa''s


    betongings.


    Marcia''s vi, however, was kept for her even after she married, and she could return whenever she pleased. So, Teresa was the only one who had been ''spilled.''


    Yvonne thought Teresa was a bit pitiful, but pitiful people often have their own failings.


    Inside the vi, Jerome instructed the servants to prepare rooms for Teresa and her children.


    "Sorry to trouble you again," Teresa said guiltily, standing beside Jerome.


    "You''re my sister. It''s no trouble." Jerome sighed helplessly. "I warned you back then not to marry George but you wouldn''t listen. You even broke off your engagement with the Reed family heir for that so


    Climber. In the end, it only benefited Marcia."


    Before her mother passed away, she had arranged for Teresa to be engaged to the eldest son of the Reed family.


    The Reeds weren''t one of the four great families, but they were an old, well- established n with deep roots. Yet Teresa had thrown a fit and broken off the engagement for George.


    No sooner had she broken it off than Marcia took her ce, marrying into the Reed family with a hefty wedding gifts and 5% of the James Group''s shares, bing the morous matriarch of the Reed family.


    Yvonne suspected that Teresa marrying down to a social climber like George while Marcia took her ce and married up into the Reed family was no coincidence; Marcia and her mother must have plotted it.


    "Forget it, let''s not talk about the past," Jerome said, waving his hand. "I heard you kicked Queena out.


    Teresa, you''re getting more foolish by the day. Queena is Mr. Rogers''s fiancee now. If he were willing to support me, I wouldn''t be struggling so much at the James Group. Mr. Rogers and Queena will be at Dad''s banquet tomorrow. You should apologize to her, smooth things over..."