I didn't respond, but stood up and stared at him coldly.

"Didn't I tell you to send Sophia away yesterday? It's been three days, why is she still here?"

"I told her not to even think about buying this villa. I can't possibly give it to her."

The smile on Lucas' face froze instantly.

"Sylvia, when did you become so petty?"

"Didn't I tell you? It's a rare occasion for Sophia to speak up. As her sister-in-law, you're giving her a villa as a dowry. What's wrong with that?"

I was almost laughing out of anger.

"You don't make any money, do you know how many hundreds of millions this villa is worth?"

Lucas looked nonchalant.

"How expensive can it be? It's just a house."

"Besides, isn't your Vanderbilt family a well-known top wealthy family in Portcove? Why do you care about these two villas?"

"Don't say such things. You're embarrassing your father out there."

I was so angry that my chest heaved, and suddenly I doubted whether I was blind and how could I fall in love with such a person.

My husband Lucas is a gold-digger. I didn’t mention marrying into the family because I took his dignity as a man into consideration.

After getting married, he moved directly into my villa. He only knew that my family was rich, but he didn’t know how rich we were.

Now that he has been living a good life for so long, even he has forgotten who he is.

At first, I thought he was honest, steady and a reliable person.

I gave up the wealthy marriage my father suggested.

I chose this thing.

Now I am extremely disappointed.

Faced with Lucas's repeated questioning, my face turned cold.

"I hope this is the last time I discuss this with you. This villa cannot be given away unless we get divorced."

Lucas agreed with a twinkle in his eyes, but when he went to take a shower, I saw his cell phone.

The above is the message he secretly sent to Sophia.

"The plan failed. Sylvia seemed to have noticed something wrong with the glass of juice. She doesn't want to give up the villa. Let's just forget it."

After a while, Sophia ran into his room barefoot in her lace pajamas, shaking his arm and acting coquettishly.

"Brother, didn't you say you loved me the most? I just had my eyes on this villa, why is sister-in-law so stingy?"

"As long as you can help me get it, I will do anything you ask me to do. And this villa will be your dowry to me, okay?"

Lucas' cheeks were red, "Sophia, I promised you that I would give you whatever you wanted."

"So since you like this villa, I will definitely find a way to get it for you."

I'm too lazy to read on.

I'm too lazy to care about what the relationship between him and his adopted sister is.

Just call the lawyer and say, "Help me draw up a divorce agreement."

Then wait for news.

Aren't they planning to take over my villa? Then I'll tell them to pack up and get out.

But one day when I came home from shopping, I found that my cat Whisky had disappeared.

I asked the nanny and bodyguard to help me look for it for half a day, and finally we found it wet in the bathroom.

It was soaked all over and its body became cold.

Dead.

Whisky has been with me for five whole years. I can't believe it.

I checked all the surveillance cameras at home, but unexpectedly found that they were all broken.

Seeing my cold and grief-stricken face, Lucas ran to me with a terrified look on his face.

"Honey, it seems like there was a thief in this villa. When we came back, something happened to Whisky. What should we do? Should we move out?"

I slowly turned my head to look at him.

Lucas is such a bad actor.

If it weren't for his pointed words, I might have thought Whisky's death was really an accident.

But now my gaze gradually turned cold.

"Lucas, I told you that whiskey is my bottom line. Anyone who dares to touch whiskey will not end well."

Lucas was stunned for a moment, then suddenly frowned and stared at me in disbelief.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Honey, you don't think I drowned Whisky, do you?"

Lucas forced a few tears out.

"God knows what's going on. Whisky is a kitten that we both raised together. He's like my own child. How could I be so cruel?"

He looked at me with red eyes, "Even if I'm a gold-digger, you can't blame me for everything, right?"

Even raised his hands and swore to the sky.

"If Whisky really died because of me, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death!"

I just felt my heart go cold and I sat on the sofa holding Whisky's body without saying a word.

I want to see what tricks he is playing.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Lucas invited a fortune teller from outside the villa.

"Wife, I just saw this master standing at the door and watching. Seeing his immortal appearance, I let him in."

The fortune teller stroked his beard and looked around my villa.

As expected, he looked serious and made a pretentious evaluation.

"Sylvia, your villa is unlucky and has bad feng shui. There will be a bloody disaster in the near future."

I lowered my head and smiled, pretending to cooperate and asked:

"Oh? Master, how do you think that should be resolved?"

The fortune teller immediately followed my words and said, "We need to get rid of this villa as soon as possible, or give it away, preferably to a blessed woman so that the problem can be easily resolved."

Before I could ask, his eyes fell on Sophia who was standing nearby.

"This blessed woman is far away in the sky and yet close at hand."

"Sylvia must take this seriously. After all, money is only a thing outside of one's body. Only by giving away this villa can the disaster be resolved."

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. Even a blind person could see what they were planning.

"Master, since you are so powerful, I wonder if you have calculated what disasters you have encountered recently?"

The fortune teller was stunned and pointed at himself, "Me? What disaster can I have?"

"You are so powerful, didn't you expect that you would suffer a bloody disaster?"

I clapped my hands and gave orders to the bodyguard with a cold face.

"He's a swindler. Drag him out, beat him up, and call the police."

Soon, the fortune teller's screams were heard outside the yard.

Lucas was furious. "Sylvia, how can you be so arrogant? He's a fortune teller with a third eye. How can you just hit him like that? Are you going to die?"

I turned around and stared at him coldly.

"Lucas, do you remember what my biggest intolerance is?"

Lucas' face turned pale, and he hesitated to speak: "It's... cheating."

"The thing you can't tolerate the most is being cheated, but honey, I didn't lie to you."

I sneered, "You know it well."

I was too lazy to argue with him anymore, but unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the second floor, Sophia blocked my way.

Sophia deliberately showed off a handful of cat hair to me.

"Sister-in-law, your cat is dead anyway, and I thought the cat fur was pretty nice, so I made a pair of fur socks. It will keep you warm in winter."

Sophia deliberately took the socks made of Whisky's cat hair and waved them in front of me to show off.

"Sister-in-law, you don't know how strong the cat's desire to live was when it died."

"It struggled to run away, but when it saw my brother, it rubbed against his arms obediently."

"But I didn't expect that my brother would grab its head and press it into the bathtub, drowning it alive..."

As she spoke, she proudly put Whisky's fur on her feet and stepped on it to show off.

My chest heaved violently and I slapped him.

"You hit me?"

Sophia stared at me in disbelief with her eyes wide open, her face slightly pale.

"Sister-in-law, you hit me for a dead cat? My parents and my brother have never hit me since I was a child. I'm going to tell my brother and ask him to divorce you!"

She was so angry that she stamped her feet, but I didn't tolerate her bad habits at all.

He pushed her into the corner and slapped her several times.

"If you say the word 'dead cat' again, I will tear your mouth apart."

"So a life is so worthless in your eyes, Sophia. You don't deserve to be a human being."

Whisky drowned in the bathtub that day, and I was waiting for the surveillance repair results.

I didn't expect that Sophia, this idiot, would confess without being asked.

The murderers are these two beasts.

Lucas knew how important Whisky was to me, but he still deliberately provoked me just to help Sophia get my villa.

I will never forgive them in my life, and I will make them pay the price!

I buried the whiskey under the willow tree in the backyard, and when I returned to the living room, I discovered that the Renaissance pottery vase on the table was gone.

That was the birthday present my mother gave me when I turned 18.

Ever since my mother went abroad, I have always paid great attention to placing it in the most conspicuous place at the entrance.

I looked around like crazy and grabbed Lucas by the collar to interrogate him.

"Where's my Renaissance faience vase?"

Lucas explained with a twinkle in his eyes, "My wife is like this. Today, the nanny accidentally knocked over a vase while wiping it. She couldn't afford to pay so much money, so I asked her to resign."

An antique vase. Although hundreds of millions is not that expensive, it is a gift from my mother.

Has special meaning.

Seeing the strange look in Lucas' eyes, I was filled with doubts.

"Broken? Where's the evidence?"

Lucas' face turned pale and he raised his voice a notch.

"What do you mean? Don't you believe me? The vases in the house have been there for so many years. When have I ever touched your things?"

"You want evidence, right? Well, I'll show it to you right now."

Lucas pulled up a composite video from his phone.

The video is blurry, but you can see that the nanny did accidentally break the vase.

I squinted my eyes and was about to zoom in on the Renaissance pottery vase in the video when my phone was snatched away.

Lucas looked unhappy:

"I've shown you all the evidence. You should believe it now, right?"

"It's just a vase anyway. At worst I can buy you a few more of the same kind at the next auction."

Just then, Sophia came back drunk again.

Her suspenders fell off her shoulders. "Brother, have another drink with me, hahahaha..."

Lucas frowned when he saw it and took off his coat to help her put it on.

"Why did you go out drinking again?"

He sighed and picked her up by the waist, "Wife, Sophia is drunk again. I'll go take care of her."

"You've always been generous, don't think too much about it."

I turned away and the lawyer said that the divorce agreement would be ready in three days and I only needed to endure it for another three days.