I’ll marry him 77

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Fall in Love with the Dominant Billionaire

Chapter 77 Debts of the Father

Reese breezed past them, heading upstairs without a second glance

“Reese, Nancy called out abruptly, “didn’t you see your sister and Itting here?”

“Of course, I did,” Reese replied, pausing but not turning to face them. “I’m just here to grab something. I’ll be out of your hair in a

minute.”

Small talk and false pleasantries were never Reese’s forte, and she saw no need to feign them now.

Nancy’s temper flared at Reese’s nonchalant dismissal, and she rose from her chair in a huff. “Since you saw us, would it kill you to say hello? Or has marrying into the Flynn family erased your sense of basic decency?”

Reese’s unfazed and frosty demeanor irked Nancy to no end, as if nothing could ever ruffle her feathers.

What was Reese’s heart made of? Ice? Stone?

Dahlia Brooks casually watched the drama unfold, munching on some chips, and tossed in a taunt for good measure. “Exactly, sis. Think you’re too good for us now that you’ve climbed up to the Flynns? You think you can just ignore our mom? Without her, do you think you could’ve landed a spot among the elite like that?”

Reese had no intention of arguing with them, but their inability to read the room or assess their own weight left her no choice but to respond.

Her brows arched in a challenge, she threw a direct barb back at Dahlia. “If that’s the case, why didn’t you take the opportunity to be part of high society?”

After that, Reese delivered a deliberately provocative parting shot, disregarding Dahlia’s furious comeback look. “Oh, I know. That balding man I saw you with recently–your new boyfriend, right? Are you telling me you passed on the chance with the Flynns for

him?”

Dahlia’s face twisted with rage, her foot stomping in indignation as she pointed upstairs. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s just a client.”

Reese nodded thoughtfully. “Oh, a client? I suspect he’s just one of many. You’re quite the busy woman–quite admirable.”

Nancy was oblivious to the shady characters Dahlia was mingling with or didn’t care to believe it. She naturally sided with her daughter.

“Reese, you little tramp,” Nancy seethed. “Thinking you’re untouchable because you married a Flynn? What kind of values did your grandmother teach you? Clearly none, you’re no different from your worthless mother.”

No sooner had Nancy finished her words than Reese had closed in on her, piercing her with a gaze sharp as knives, as if slicing through Nancy’s skin inch by inch.

Even Dahlia Brooks was rattled by Reese’s icy stare.

Before she could even speak up, the crisp sound of a slap cut through the air.

In an instant, everyone in the room was stunned…

Dahlia’s eyes widened in disbelief, her voice rising to a piercing shriek. “Reese, you lunatic, why the hell did you hit me?!”

With a cocked head and a smile that sent shivers down one’s spine, Reese replied, “Well, I couldn’t very well hit an elder, could I?

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There’s a saying. The sins of the parents fall upon the children. You’re your mother’s doing, so you leave me no choice.”

Dahlia, her face searing with pain and her eyes blazing with fury, had never heard such twisted logic. “What kind of reasoning is that?”

‘Your mother, as an elder, insulted my mother–who should be her elder–and my grandmother, who most certainly is. With one sentence, she disrespected two women who deserve her respect. So, what’s next? Are you going to insult every ancestor of the Brooks family?

Reese stood her ground, unassailable and formidable, every word unassailable.

Dahlia, her eyes red with pain or anger–her voice octaves higher–retorted, “Your logic is insane! My mom insults your grandma, and somehow you’re justified in hitting me?”

“Dahlia!” Nancy chided sharply. That naive girl had easily fallen into Reese’s trap.

It took a moment, but the realization washed over Dahlia, her face flushed with rage, fists clenched tight. “Reese, how dare you set me up; I’ll give you what you deserve!”

As Dahlia lunged forward, Reese effortlessly dodged. A smug smile flashed in Reese’s eyes as she extended her foot, sending Dahlia tumbling down in a clumsy heap.

Feigning shock, Reese offered, “Oh, dear, you really should watch your step. Here, let me help you up.”

Reese approached, grasped Dahlia’s wrist, who immediately howled in pain. “Oh, it hurts…”

Nancy couldn’t stand by any longer. She stepped forward, yanking Reese away with a sharp rebuke. “Reese! This is the Brooks‘ home;

how dare you be so insolent!”

Reese’s gaze turned frosty. “I’m the insolent one? If only you could control that mouth of yours, I wouldn’t waste my time here.”

Nancy shot Reese a venomous look, clearly seething. As Mrs. Brooks, the dignified matriarch of the Brooks family, the thought of being pushed around by a youngster was more than her pride could stomach.

No matter how cunning Reese thought she was, Nancy refused to believe that she couldn’t get the better of a mere girl. Nancy commanded several staff members at her side, “Reese has been insolent, attacked her sisters–tie her up and lock her in the attic.

She doesn’t get released without my say–so.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they replied without question.

As the staff moved to grab Reese, she smirked contemptuously, her eyes glinting with an icy resolve. “You think you can catch me?”

she taunted.

Somehow, despite their advance, the staff found themselves hesitating, intimidated by the sheer force of her presence. They looked

to one another uncertainly.

Red with rage and casting aside her image, Nancy bellowed, “What are you waiting for? She’s just a little girl–tie her up now!”

Egged on by her fury, the staff lunged towards Reese again. But Reese, ready to spring into action, was stopped by a voice even more commanding than hers thundering from the entrance.

‘No one touches my wife, Reese. I dare them to try!”

Nancy and Dahlia Brooks turned their heads towards the deep voice to see Malcolm, pushed in his wheelchair by Justin Chabon. Despite being seated, his aura was undiminished, and the room’s temperature seemed to plummet with his entrance.

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Dahlia instinctively clutched Nancy’s hand, wary of his presence. “Mon, why is Malcolm here?”

“Stay calm,” Nancy reassured, squeezing her hand.

After all, Reese was still theirs by marriage, part of the Brooks family–not for the Flynns to meddle with. Steeling her resolve, Nancy straightened up and walked over to confront Malcolm.

“What brings you here?” she said with a disingenuous warmth that belied her eagerness to speak ill of Reese. “I was just about to discuss her behavior. She’s turned the house upside down during her brief visit. A child raised in Backwoods without any manners, she must have given you quite the trouble, hasn’t she?”