"Okay... this last chance, I will definitely seize it, I promise..."
Brown snorted, kicked her hand away, and left angrily.
As soon as he left, Mrs. Jones lay still on the ground. She had a big bump on her head and the left side of her cheek was so painful that it was numb.
Mrs. Jones lay on the floor for a long time before she got up and sat back on the sofa.
There were several apples in the fruit plate on the coffee table, and there was a fruit knife next to it. Mrs. Jones's eyes became more and more sinister. She grabbed the fruit knife and chopped the apples with all her strength.
"Murong Mian, Ji Mianmian, Wenshan... I will make you regret it. I will definitely get back the humiliation you brought me."
After Mrs. Jones married Brown, she had been living a good life for so many years, and her reputation in the upper class was getting better and better. Everyone who attended the party would call her Mrs. Jones with respect when they saw her.
Brown was also kind to her. At least he never brought trouble in front of her when he had a lover outside.
She will be given enough face in front of outsiders, and her status will be further improved. As long as Brown successfully participates in the election, she will be the most noble and prestigious woman in the country.
As long as Jessica marries Murong Mian, and as long as the Murong family becomes the plutocrat behind Brown to support his participation in the election, her dream will be within easy reach.
But she never expected that Murong Mian would not let her get her wish and would provoke her again and again.
This has caused her to lose one after another. Not only is her position in jeopardy, but Brown's election may be shattered. If he cannot be reversed, he will have no one to support him anymore.
Mrs. Jones just begged because she was afraid that Brown would divorce her. Once he gave up on her, her dream of being a high-class noble would be completely shattered.
She only wanted to be the First Lady, and her vanity had not yet been satisfied.
She was unwilling to give in.
Mrs. Jones looked at the chopped apples in the fruit bowl, narrowed her eyes, and said bitterly: "I must get what I want. Anyone who dares to stand in front of me will die."
With a clang, the fruit plate was smashed to the ground by her force and fell into pieces.
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When Ji Mianmian came to the company, the people at the front desk knew her because she had been here last time, so naturally they didn't dare to stop her.
She said she wanted to see Murong Mian, and the front desk told her that all the company's top executives were in a meeting now, but it should be almost there, so she could go up first.
Only then did Ji Mianmian realize why Murong Mian couldn't be reached on the phone. If there was a high-level meeting, it would be on mute, which was normal.
After Ji Mianmian went up, the meeting broke up not long after.
Murong Mian was a little surprised when he saw her, and hurriedly walked over: "Why are you here? Did something happen?"
If nothing important happened, Ji Mianmian probably wouldn't have come over at this time.
Ji Mianmian nodded: "Well, something happened, I'm quite anxious."
Murong Mian put his arm around her shoulders: "We just have to go back, let's talk in the car."
After getting in the car, Ji Mianmian said to Murong Mian and Mrs. Murong: "While I was here, I received a call from Mrs. Jones at home."
"What did she ask you for?" Madam Murong's face suddenly turned bad as soon as she heard Mrs. Jones's name, and she did not hide her disgust and hatred for her.
Murong Mian frowned. He was about to attack her, but unexpectedly she stretched out her claws first.