Chapter 7 - Tyler’s Cruel Remarks Fall Flat
Tyler chuckled, tossing an empty pistachio shell toward my muddy shoes on the pristine white carpet.
“Hey Chloe, if you're desperate, I’ve got some lawn-mowing work you can do. Pays ten bucks an hour if you hurry,” Tyler laughed.
I didn't flinch. I didn't raise my voice. I simply walked over to the center of the room and stood before their coffee table.
“You all look very comfortable celebrating an inheritance that never belonged to you,” I said, my voice cutting like cold glass through the room.
Richard’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second, replaced by a flash of irritated annoyance at my defiance.
“Watch your tone, Chloe! You are standing in my house, wearing dirt, talking to your betters!” Richard barked, slamming his glass down.
“Your house, Richard?” I tilted my head, pulling a crisp legal document out from inside my paper grocery bag.
“Let me remind you of whose name is actually listed on the primary deed and corporate holding accounts,” I challenged smoothly.
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Susan let out a shrill, defensive laugh, waving her hand dismissively in the air.
“Oh, please! Your grandmother was an old woman who lived in a damp cottage baking bread for pennies!” Susan scoffed.
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