The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 97 Are You Playing Mind Games With Me? Ronda noticed Marion’s awkwardness and sighed. “This villa is really big.”

Marion nodded hastily. “It’s indeed quite large. Please familiarize yourself first, and feel free to ask me if you need anything.” Though she was not familiar with the place herself.

Observing the fresh vegetables in the refrigerator, Ronda asked, “Madam, is Mr. Craig coming home for lunch today? Is there anything specific you'd like to eat?”

“Yes he will be coming home for lunch today,” Marion replied. “Oh, Mrs. Bailey, can you make pine nut fish? It’s been a while since | had it.”

“Certainly, I'll make it for you this afternoon.” “Thank you. | don’t have any specific preferences so you can decide on the other dishes.” Ronda then asked about Lucas, and Marion found herself in a difficult spot.

She did not know Lucas’s food preferences. Faced with Ronda’s hopeful and gentle gaze, Marion had to come up with something. “He’s allergic to peanuts and isn’t very picky about food. So you're welcome to make any dish for lunch today.”

Ronda recognized Marion’s uncertainty and decided not to pry. “Alright, I'll prepare four dishes and a soup for lunch today,” she said.

Relieved, Marion excused herself to practice the piano. Just as she was heading upstairs, the doorbell rang again. Who could it be this time? Was it someone else Lucas had arranged for?

Marion had to turn around and open the door. As the door swung open, greeted by an elegant socialite. Marion was surprised, “Hello, may | ask who you are looking for?” she was

The socialite was dressed in a couture dress from Mystara House, with white camellias contrasting against the black fabric. She exuded an air of grace.

The socialite spoke with refined manners. “Hello, Miss Marion. I’m Veronica Roy.

Marion, still unsure of the situation, extended her hand in response. “Hello, Mrs. Roy.” Veronica clarified, “My husband is Arthur Craig.”

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As she observed Marion, Veronica began to wonder if Arthur’s secretary had made a mistake. How could someone like Marion, who seemed to lack intelligence, be associated with Arthur? “lam Lucas’s stepmother,” she said disdainfully.

“Oh, you’re the mistress he married!” Marion blurted out.

Realizing her mistake, Marion covered her mouth, blinked innocently, and

looked at Veronica.

“I'm sorry, stepmother. Sometimes | speak without thinking. Can | help you with something?”

Veronica stiffened. Marion’s use of the term ‘stepmother’ was discomforting.

“Do you know if Lucas is here?” Veronica finally asked, trying to steer the conversation away from Marion’s blunder earlier. “He’s not here at the moment,” Marion said and added, “So you came to find Lucas. | thought you were here to see me.” Veronica looked at Marion, “Are you playing mind games with me?”

Marion was shocked. “No, I’m not. Stepmother, you shouldn't assume that of me!”

Veronica was visibly angered and her face turned a shade purple. She decided to assert her seniority. “As Lucas’s stepmother, | am, in a way, his elder. As his wife, should you even be standing here talking to me?”

“You said you came to find Lucas, right? He’s not here! Since the person you're looking for isn’t here, maybe you should leave?” Marion's argument was quite twisted, but Veronica could not find a retort.

Frustrated, Veronica raised her voice. “As his mother, | demand that you step aside and let me in.” Marion’s unconventional reasoning left Veronica speechless. With an icy glare, Veronica walked past her and into the house.

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