Chapter82
But he figured that if Valerie wouldn’t believe him, maybe she’d listen to an outsider. He nodded silently.
Margaret was delighted and immediately lowered her head, concealing the malice in her eyes.
She went upstairs and knocked on Valerie’s bedroom door.
But no one answered.
Esteban frowned in displeasure. “Margaret, let’s go. Valerie is being petty. She’s making a fuss over being called a mistress and is trying to bankrupt the Carroll family.
“I’ve never met such an unreasonable woman…*
“Esteban, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t come back, none of this would have happened.” Margaret knocked on the door again. The door creaked open with a “squeak.”
“Valerie must be in the shower and didn’t hear us. Esteban, I’ll go in alone. Wait here for me.”
Esteban hesitated but ultimately agreed. After all, Valerie was a woman, though a despicable one in his eyes. “Be careful.*
Margaret nodded slightly and pushed the door open.
However, as soon as she entered, her face instantly turned pale.
Valerie’s room was enormous, filled with luxury.
From the handcrafted Italian sofa to the Bohemian rug, everything exuded opulence.
And all the clothes on that wall drove her crazy with jealousy.
Each piece was high–end, custom–made, and stunning.
If she had not fallen ill…
The sound of the door creaking open startled her.
Margaret quickly hid her jealousy and turned around to see Valerie stepping out of the bathroom, fresh and radiant.
Margaret was overcome by jealousy again.
Valerie’s cheeks were a healthy pink, her skin glowing.
Her figure was perfectly proportioned, with curves in all the right places.
Margaret gripped the armrests of her wheelchair, barely containing her jealousy. She forced out a cold laugh.“Valerie, you must be wondering why I’m here.
“Terry sent me.
“He said my current place, which is supposed to be your marital home, is too small.
“He thinks I should live here after we get married.
“So he asked me to come take a look.”
