Suppressing my fury, I glared at the woman in front of me.
When I left, I had only given Jason a key so he could help clean up occasionally. I never imagined he would let his mistress live in my house.
He knew perfectly well that this villa was my mother Margaret’s inheritance to me, and I treasured it deeply.
Even when I had a boyfriend, I wouldn’t let him live here, afraid that something might be damaged. This house was the only memory I had left of my mother.
I never even allowed others to clean it—always doing it myself.
But now, my house had been turned into this.
That sofa the dogs were shredding was a gift I had given my mother. She had sat on it every day before she passed away. Every time I saw it, I thought of her—yet now it had been ruined by these dogs.
“Jason Carter’s sister?”
The woman burst into laughter.
“Jason already told me he had a sister, but she was sent overseas to manage a branch company and would never return in this lifetime!”
“That so-called sister of his wouldn’t have even gotten that position if it weren’t for Jason’s generosity!”
“Our Jason is the real heir of the Carter family!”
Listening to her words, I froze for a moment before letting out a cold laugh.