The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 468 - 469: The Mother who Dragged her Daughter into Hell

Chapter 468: Chapter 469: The Mother who Dragged her Daughter into Hell

"So, you’re sending me to sleep with them again?"

"What else do you have besides your body?" Yvette Harris looked at her disdainfully, her voice cold.

She looked at the mirror in her hand. She had nothing left.

"You’ve been a daughter of the Johnson Family for over a decade, spent so many years calling that scoundrel Dexter Johnson ’father’, yet you haven’t managed to get a single cent from them. How could you be so stupid? If you had money and held the Johnson family’s wealth tightly in your grasp like Sienna Johnson, even without a man, how could you have fallen to where you are today?"

Yvette Harris fixed her sharp gaze on her hopelessly foolish daughter, speaking bluntly, without any regard for whether her words would wound her daughter’s pride.

"Do you think I don’t want money? I may be foolish, but the Johnsons aren’t. Neither that old bastard nor Dexter Johnson ever considered giving me shares in the Eastminster Group. In the Johnson Family, I was just an outsider, that’s all."

Although Sienna Johnson returned to the Johnson household only when she was thirteen, Dexter Johnson treated her as his heir in training. The old lady, despite being indifferent to worldly affairs and lukewarm towards Sienna, still sided with her when Pauline Briggs made things difficult for Sienna.

Bloodline. Even if Sienna Johnson were good for nothing, as someone carrying the blood of the Johnsons, she was someone I could never measure up to.

In the Johnson Family, the only one who truly cared for me was Pauline Briggs. Now, even she despises me.

Yvette Harris was silent for a moment, calculating. "Now that Sienna Johnson has deep roots in the Eastminster Group, even if you had shares, it would only be a small portion. You wouldn’t be able to touch her."

Over the years, all her thoughts had been focused on Frederick Stewart; she was like a trumpet vine clinging to him for survival. Sienna Johnson, however, was like a white poplar, slowly growing into a towering tree.

Yvette Harris was right. I shouldn’t be beguiled by men; I should become a woman who beguiles them.

"Let’s not talk about these useless matters now. As long as you obediently listen to me, I assure you that you won’t go to jail."

"Alright." I have no other option!

Yvette Harris said, "I’ll pick you up later; Mr. Lincoln wants to see you."

Sabrina Johnson shivered slightly but still nodded.

"Make yourself beautiful. A woman only has a few prime years."

"Mm-hmm." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

「...」

「Leland Family.」

When Yvette Harris came to the Leland Family to find Master Leland, she ran into Cynthia Leland, who was splendidly dressed and about to go out. The two had long been at odds. Cynthia Leland looked down on Yvette Harris, and while Yvette Harris was outwardly respectful, she secretly despised Cynthia Leland just as much.

"Miss Leland, dressed so beautifully! Where are you heading today?" Yvette Harris greeted Cynthia Leland, her face wreathed in smiles.

Cynthia Leland didn’t even deign to look at her, saying with a sniff of contempt, "Don’t come looking for my father anymore. He won’t get involved with Sabrina Johnson’s affairs again."

"Miss Leland, you misunderstand me. I just heard Master Leland is ill and came to visit him. I have no other intentions."

Cynthia Leland snapped sharply, "I’m not a three-year-old. Stop trying to fool me! You’re President Davis of Southgate Department Store, a busy woman who never visits without a reason. You keep showing up at my house—you think I believe it’s for nothing?"

"You and that illegitimate daughter of yours are both vixens—an old one and a young one! Neither of you is any good. Any man who gets involved with you is cursed with bad luck! My father was perfectly healthy and strong, but ever since he got mixed up with you mother and daughter, his health has collapsed!" Yvette Harris remained silent.

"I’m warning you, get out now! Or don’t blame me for being rough."

Cynthia Leland showed Yvette Harris no courtesy whatsoever. Yvette Harris, however, had always been thick-skinned. Even though Cynthia Leland had spoken so harshly, she managed to maintain her smile and composure, a testament to her deep cunning.

"Miss Leland, I truly only came to visit Master Leland because I heard he was ill..."

"Get lost! If you don’t go now, I’ll set the dogs on you!" Cynthia Leland declared arrogantly.

The smile on Yvette Harris’s face finally faltered. She said, her expression aggrieved, "In that case, I’ll take my leave then. Please tell Master Leland I stopped by to see him."

"Carl, throw this disgusting woman out! If she dares to show her face here again, set the dogs on her!"

Yvette Harris cursed Cynthia Leland inwardly. That slut! Cynthia Leland has probably slept with just as many men as I have, so who is she to put on airs like some chaste martyr? She’s only acting high and mighty because she was born well and has a rich father. What’s there to be so arrogant about? Bitch!

Just as Yvette Harris was about to leave, a young man emerged and called out to her, "Mrs. Harris, Master Leland will see you."

"Morris, why would my father want to see this woman?" Cynthia Leland demanded aggressively.

Morris lowered his head and replied respectfully, "I’m not sure about that, Miss. I’m merely conveying Master Leland’s orders."

Yvette Harris gloated inwardly and glanced smugly at Cynthia Leland. With a fawning smile, she said, "Miss Leland, I’ll just pop in to see Master Leland. I’ll leave right after."

Since her father wanted to see this woman, Cynthia Leland couldn’t stop it. All she could do was glare fiercely at Yvette Harris and warn, "My father is ill. You’d better think carefully about what you should and shouldn’t say. If anything happens to him, I won’t spare you!"

"...Don’t think that just because you’ve slept with a few men and are now President Davis of Southgate Department Store, you’re anything special! If I wanted to kill you, it would be as easy as squashing an ant!" Cynthia Leland’s face was filled with viciousness.

"Miss Leland, I understand." Yvette Harris maintained her submissive smile. "I won’t say anything out of line. I’ll just visit Master Leland, chat with him for a bit, and then leave."

Yvette Harris smiled, her expression submissive. Cynthia Leland snorted coldly, deliberately bumped into Yvette Harris, and then strode away.

"Mrs. Harris, this way, please."

Yvette Harris smiled and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Hill."

Morris led Yvette Harris into Master Leland’s bedroom. Master Leland was lying in bed while a masseur gave him a full-body massage. Yvette Harris walked over, took over from the masseur, and began massaging Master Leland herself.

She said nothing, patiently and meticulously massaging Master Leland.

When she was younger, she had worked as a masseur. Unlike other masseurs who relied on their bodies to make a living, she had been more cunning. She specifically sought out an old master of traditional medicine to learn about acupressure points, and her skills became renowned. As a result, she had many repeat customers, which allowed her to choose powerful and influential men from among her clients, rather than selling her body to just any man.

Thinking of her old acquaintances, none of whom had fared as well as she had, Yvette Harris couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride.

As a woman who had clawed her way up from the bottom, she was undoubtedly a success.

"Jasmine’s massage skills have certainly improved," Master Leland murmured, thoroughly enjoying the massage.

Only then did Yvette Harris speak. "Master Leland, it’s me, Yvette."