Celine was there before me. She was dressed meticulously, and although she was middle-aged, she still took great care of herself.
We were standing very close to each other, so I could see the expensive foundation on her face that was failing to conceal her wrinkles.
Not far behind Celine stood her 'shadow,' the sinister Kenzie.
Celine didn't seem surprised to see me emerge from the room. However, Kenzie’s eyes widened, and she looked at me in disdain.
I glanced at her and cursed silently. ‘Damn.’
Celine faintly said, "So, you've finally become part of the Pierce family?”
I smiled calmly and replied, "I have, Celine. Didn't you say grandpa was critically ill? As his granddaughter-in-law, I had to come see him, of course."
She probably hadn’t expected me to be so bold.
Her eyes darkened slightly, and her complexion turned pale.
"Granddaughter-in-law?" She repeated skeptically. "You seem quite eager to claim that title."
I glanced at her and calmly walked out of the room.
I moved to the tea table on the side veranda, ignoring her words, and elegantly sat down beside it.
Celine was a little angry when she saw my arrogance. She turned to the servant and coldly asked, "How much longer is it going to take, Abbas?"
“Mr. David is talking to Mr. Atlas. Please sit down and wait," Abbas replied gently, gesturing to the tea table.
Celine didn't say anything. I could feel her gaze locked on me as I reached for the teapot.
I poured myself a glass of tea, took a sip, and noticed Celine walking toward me.
The sound of her high heels clicked on the ground as she approached, and she sat down opposite me, saying, "Ms. Chloe.”
I looked at her and said, "Please call me Stella or Mrs. Chloe, Celine.”
Celine's expression remained calm, but I could tell that she had tightened her grip on the cup.
I smiled lightly. "I actually planned to visit you another day."
Celine’s gaze turned cold as she mocked, “I’m glad you thought about me.”
I smiled wickedly. "I wanted to see if my former home was still the same."
Her expression visibly turned dark.
I got up and glanced around the courtyard, which exuded an ancient and elegant atmosphere.
"Did you live here when you were young?" I asked as I turned back to Celine.
"I've never lived here. This is the Pierce family's old family home, and I don't like old things."
"Oh…” I sighed. "This place seems refined, but I don’t see that quality in you, Celine.”
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