"Who is your mother-in-law, for you to praise her like this?"
"My future mother-in-law is Yvette, the richest woman in Rossie City! She owns half of Financial Street! My husband is Philip, the most distinguished man in Rossie City! After today, I'll be Philip and the future inheritor of the Chad family fortune! I can't tolerate any deceit!"
She glared at me fiercely, gritting her teeth as she said.
"And I definitely can't tolerate you, the mistress! Don't worry; we'll take our time."
Chelsea brought a van over and, without a word, had me shoved into it, threatening to go to my house and "have a proper talk" about this matter.
I thought Chelsea had calmed down, and I felt somewhat relieved, so I didn't struggle anymore.
I thought going home was good; once she saw everything there, she would naturally realize she had mistaken me for someone else.
When that happened, if she apologized, I wouldn't hold it against her.
But as it turned out, I was still too naive.
"It seems my husband really loves you! He even bought you such a big villa!"
I could hear the murderous intent in Chelsea's voice.
Her fierce eyes were on me, as if she wanted to carve me open.