I’m Mrs Lach Now
Everyone went to the living room after dinner. Minerva kept glancing at Sasha and Matthew, seeing if
something might happen to them. Suddenly, someone texted her. When she saw that it was from Peter,
a disdainful look appeared on her face.
Peter used to be the man of her dreams, but after she saw Wilson’s cabinet of branded items that
morning, Peter was old news. And so, she pouted and didn’t reply to him.
About an hour later, Sasha leaned against Matthew and drifted to sleep. As for Matthew, he started
wavering and seemed to be sleepy as well. Minerva wondered what happened to them, so she texted
Wilson.
The moment Wilson saw the text, he went to ask Sanchez about it.
When Sanchez heard it, he laughed. “That’s normal. One of Seven Tails’ effects is to induce sleepiness
in its target. You may start now.”
Overjoyed, Wilson beckoned at Leroy. “Do it, Leroy!”
A bunch of people suddenly barged into James’ house at nine, when he and Helen were still watching
the TV. Before they realized what was happening, the intruders were already in the living room.
James’ face fell. “What are you doing? This is The Grand Garden. We have a lot of security here. You
can’t—”
Before he could finish, one of the intruders came up and slapped him. That shut James up.
The leader was none other than Leroy himself. After James had shut up, he waved at his lackeys. “Tie
them up!”
His lackeys obliged and tied James and Helen up.
When Minerva heard the commotion, she came down from upstairs, smiling. “You’re finally here, Leroy.
Sasha and Matthew are still up there, asleep. You might want to take them away now.”
James and Helen couldn’t believe what they just heard.
“W-What are you doing, Minerva?” Helen asked.
Minerva sneered. “Is that a trick question? You can’t seriously believe I’m here to help you, can you? I’m
here to poison you guys, you idiot!”
Helen was flabbergasted. “What are you talking about, Minerva? I’m your aunt, and Sasha’s your cousin!
You can’t do this to us!”
Minerva glowered. “Shut up! Don’t call yourself family! You’re not my family. If it weren’t for my mom, you
and your whole family would have died long ago! But now? Now you’re driving luxury cars and living in
villas, but what about us? We have to live in the slums, and I don’t even have a car. You didn’t even help
us out, and now you call yourself our family?”
Helen hastily defended herself. “How could you say that, Minerva? We’ve been helping you out a lot!
Matthew helped your father with his project, a-and I told you several times that I can help you with
whatever you want.”
James barked, “Shut it, you idiot. Don’t you get it? She doesn’t want your help. The only thing she wants
is everything we have. If you don’t give her that, she won’t be satisfied.”
What? Why? Helen was still in disbelief.
Minerva chuckled. “Oh, you understand me, Uncle. But honestly, I don’t care even if you give me
everything you have. Do you know who I am? I’m Mrs. Lach now. Wife of the Lachs’ family head. Yes,
that Lach. One of the top ten families in Eastcliff. Now that I’m his wife, do you think I’d care about your
family’s wealth?”
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