Chapter 77
Nellie nibbled on her food, her gaze lazily drifting over to Cameron. “You, with your silver spoon life, dine on lobster and steak every day. You must be living the high life, huh?”
Cameron just rolled his eyes.
“Think you’re better than me?” Cameron grumbled under his breath.
Even though he mumbled, his words dripped with that high–and–mighty vibe, making Nellie frown.
She gave him a sharp look. “Am I missing a heart or an eye compared to you? Seriously, Cameron, we’re both human. Let’s keep it real–we’re equals. You’re not any better than me.”
Cameron was momentarily stunned before his expression darkened. “You’ve got quite the mouth. If you’re so independent, stop living off me.”
m your wife, Cameron. I’m legally entitled to half of what you make. If you can’t handle me using your money, you’re welcome to divorce me,” Nellie shot back.
Cameron was fuming. He never thought the once meek Nellie would stand up for herself like this.
He could sense that Nellie was no longer someone he could easily control.
After finishing her breakfast, Nellie elegantly rose and left the dining room.
Cameron glanced at the mess left behind and snapped, “Nellie, clean up the table.”
Without looking back, Nellie replied, “I’m your wife, not the family maid. That’s what we have housekeepers for.”
“Don’t think I’ll put up with you forever just because of what you did for Greta,” Cameron warned, kicking the sofa leg in frustration. “If you can’t see where you stand, don’t expect me to hold onto the past. I might just divorce you. And then, don’t come crying to me.”
Nellie’s voice came back, unconcerned. “Cameron, who said I need your patience? If you’re fed up with me, then go ahead and divorce me.”
Cameron was seething.
On a lazy weekend, the Rowland family’s hotel was buzzing with the arrival of not one but two prestigious heirs.
Benjamin and Nathan bumped into each other at the entrance. Benjamin shot Nathan a wary look. “Nathan, Dad already handed this hotel over to me. What are you doing here?”
Nathan smirked, his face barely hiding his sarcasm. “Why are you so tense, Benjamin?”
“I get it. You’re worried about losing something that was never really yours.”
Benjamin’s temper flared. “That’s bullshit! Dad gave it to me. I’m the rightful heir.”
Out of nowhere, Nathan threw a punch. “Watch your mouth, Benjamin.”
He couldn’t stand these people living off his mother’s hard work without the slightest respect.
“If it weren’t for my mom, your dad would be just a penniless guy. He built his fortune on her wealth and then turned his back on her.”
Fueled by anger, Nathan kept swinging until Benjamin was down.
Bodyguards rushed in to stop the fight. “Mr. Nathan, please calm down.”
Benjamin cried out, “How dare you hit me? Isn’t your dad my dad, too? I’ll tell him how his son talks behind his back.”
Nathan, still enraged, kicked him again. “Tattletale.”
The Rowland family’s bodyguards pulled Nathan away as Benjamin struggled to stand, glaring at Nathan with hatred. “Just you wait. I’m gonna kick you out of the Rowland family. Nathan, one day, you’ll come begging to me.”
