"Are you done?" I asked, my patience wearing thin. I wasn't in the mood for her nonsense.
"If you agree to take your fat daughter out of the mansion, then I'm done," Bella snapped, her face flushed with anger.
I let out a slow, cold laugh that rolled from my chest. "I see. My daughter has nothing to do with you, Mistress Bella," I said, deliberately stressing her title. "The problem isn't my girl, it's the man who doesn't want you. If he wanted you, you'd be in his arms right now instead of here feeding me lies with a hint of threatening."
She sprang to her feet, fury blazing in her eyes. "You don't know what I'm capable of, Mrs. Wilfred. So I'll warn you: if you don't want your precious daughter to meet with her ancestors in hell, you better take her away from my man." how dare she thr
