Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend

Chapter 407: Inherit Ten Billion

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Sally froze for an instant and looked at Jessie in panic.

"It can’t be. You mean Margaret would come troubling us?"

Although Margaret lost her first child, it wasn’t Jessie’s fault.

Sally guessed it might be Margaret who turned Jessie in before Brittany found it out.

Sally and Jessie became scapegoats. Not only did Jessie lose her chance to enter the Jorgansen Group, but Brittany disliked and excluded them.

Even though Brittany didn’t kick them out, they wouldn’t stay in the house for long with the current situation.

"The Anderson family is wealthy and influential. They shouldn’t be so petty. To think on the good side, you’re Julian’s sister."

Sally’s words upset Jessie, whose face turned out to be bitter and haggard.

Jessie fell out of favor in the Jorgansen family due to the stupid relationship.

"Speak of which, I told you to bring something for Margaret that day. What did you talk to her? Was she absolutely fine when you left? Did she feel a bit under the weather?"

Jessie furrowed her brows as Sally doubted her.

"Hey, mom, I’m the one who got scolded, and shouldn’t I feel a bit under the weather?" Jessie said with reddened eyes, feeling aggrieved.

"I just went to ask for her help to talk Julian into giving me a job in the Jorgansen Group, but she taunted me as an adopted daughter and turned me down.

"She even said that...you had been treating me like a pet."

Margaret blamed Jessie’s suicide on Sally’s mistreat.

Suddenly, Sally changed her attitude, no longer blamed Jessie for this accident, and didn’t ask any further questions.

She pulled Jessie into her arms and growled, "You’re the pearl in my palm. Margaret is horrible."

"Such a vicious woman. She deserves it! My Jessie baby has a good heart, and that bitch is a wicked devil."

"Poor Jessie. We’re just poor little things that couldn’t stop Margaret from distorting facts in front of Brittany."

Sally looked angry.

She thought it was her daughter’s fault. Jessie was in the prime of her youth, so she might say something offended.

But at this moment, she realized that her daughter was innocent and it was Margaret’s fault.

"Mom, what if Grandma and Julian never forgive me?"

Jessie blinked, and a drop of tears fell from her puppy eyes, softening Sally’s heart.

Sally quickly wiped the tears and pulled herself together.

"They won’t do that. At least your grandma won’t hate you forever. As for

Julian...we’d better stay away from his wife. Anyway, the Jorgansen family treats us fairly, so you don’t need to beg a job in the company."

Sally planned to cut off her spending on accessories and avoided the comparison among others. In this way, she and Jessie would survive with the family’s living expenses.

Jessie wore a cold, still face at this moment.

How could she live like a beggar under someone else’s house?

It had been twenty years, and she had already had enough.

But to please Sally, Jessie pretended to accept the truth and nodded.

She smiled, "Okay, Mom. I will try harder to study and work. I won’t embarrass you."

Sally was touched, held Jessie in her arms, and said with a sigh, "I wish you came from my belly. No one can compare to my Jessie baby in the Jorgansen family."

Even if Sally gave birth to a daughter, she could get a share of the family property.

But it was a pity that Jessie was unrelated to her. She couldn’t blame anyone for that.

At the Jorgansen’s mansion.

Margaret stared at the hot soup in front of her and frowned.

She looked pitifully at Orlenna. "Mom, why do I still need to drink this?"

Margaret complained that she had to drink the terrible soup every day.

"How old do you think you are? Eighteen? You need to take care of yourself if you want to get pregnant again."

Orlenna got to the point, and this upset Margaret.

"What the hell are you saying? I’m healthy, and it won’t be a problem for me to get pregnant again. I don’t need to drink this thing."

Margaret glanced at the soup bowl in disgust and slumped on the sofa.

Orlenna sneered, "Well, you’ve been married for a few months. Prove me if you are as healthy as you said."

"Hey, it’s only a few months. Can you give me more patience? Didn’t Hilla give birth

in the second year of her marriage? I’m in no rush."

Margaret thought she wouldn’t bring up the topic until they married for two years. What’s more, she just made up the story about ’her miscarriage,’ so the Jorgansen family wouldn’t push her at this moment.

"How dare you compare with Hilla? How old is she when she gets married? Look at you! You will be an older mother in a few more years."

Margaret had only been married to Julian for a few months, and the whole Jorgansens came to trouble her with the pregnant thing.

If this dragged on for months, how would it do good to Margaret?

Orlenna regretted spoiling Margaret in the past few years so that she turned out to be such willful and silly.

It was apparent that Margaret was not in a hurry.

"Mom, thirty is just a number, and I’m still young. The expert told me that it’s good for me to get pregnant in the following two or three years. So, I still have two years."

"Experts fool people around. Did you see them give birth in their thirties? They even said that an older woman would have more risks of being fat and old than the younger ones."

Orlenna spoke as if she was a judge, and Margaret was stunned. "Which expert?" Margaret would never agree.

Who said that older mothers would become fat and old quickly? It proved that an older mother could have a longer lifespan.

"Me the expert."

Orlenna glared at Margaret on her face.

Margaret quickly jerked backward, lowered her head, and muttered, "You’re right."

"Then why don’t you hurry up? You will never get back at that time."

She turned to look at Margaret with a suspicious look. "You haven’t got pregnant after marriage. Do you have any hidden disease?"

As Orlenna spoke, she sized Margaret up.

Her eyes were sharp like a laser scanner, making Margaret hug herself nervously.

"What’s wrong with you? I don’t have any problems."

As Margaret retorted, she looked up and locked eyes with Julian.

She quickly jumped off the sofa and said, "It must be him! If I couldn’t get pregnant, it must be his problem. Mom, save this soup for him!"

Margaret shoveled Julian forward and ran upstairs.

Her speed was so fast that even a monkey could not catch up to her.

When Orlenna saw Julian, she became serious.

Julian looked at Margaret’s back and frowned, and then he turned to Orlenna and said, "Mom, the plane was ready. It was a private plane from the Jorgansen Group. You can return to River city any time."

Orlenna didn’t say anything but sized him up. She raised her eyebrows and coldly said, "Keep an eye on Margaret when I leave."

"That’s my job," said Julian.

It was his duty to take care of his wife. After all, Margaret just had a miscarriage...

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Margaret hugged Hilla hard on the day Hilla and Orlenna left.

"I thought I could hang out with you for a long while. Why don’t you bring me back?"

Hilla glanced at Bruce and comforted Margaret. "Alright. I’ll be back in a few days."

"Liar. Bruce won’t let you go."

Margaret rolled her eyes at Bruce with disdain.

She didn’t want to let go of her hands.

"You’re not his property. Why are you afraid of him?"

Margaret was bracing herself up.

Hilla burst into laughing. "I’ve been sleeping with you here for a week. If I don’t leave, someone will become more worried than Bruce."

Hilla raised his head and looked at Julian.

There was no expression on his face as if he didn’t care about the girl’s talk.

But Hilla giggled and leaned towards Margaret. "Julian takes several peeks at us. If you don’t let me go, perhaps he will."

Suddenly, someone pulled Hilla’s arm from behind, and she stumbled backward.

She slumped into Bruce’s arms and felt the familiar warmth.

Bruce stared at Margaret and said coldly, "If you want to come home, just come home. Hilla is mine."

Margaret puffed up her face and retorted defiantly, "Hilla is your wife and my sister-in-law. If it weren’t for our mom, you wouldn’t marry Hilla. Did you forget that?"

"Look at you! What do you smug about?" said Bruce.

Hilla knew that Bruce was going to get angry, so she quickly changed her attitude. "One last sentence to go! I’ll go once it finishes."

But Bruce didn’t want to let go of his grip.

He wore a still, stony face and said, "What kind of thing you can’t say in front of me? I’m your husband and her brother."

Then Hilla had to whisper, "It’s Mom. I have to deliver the message to Margaret. Wait for me on the plane, please."

"It’s a quick talk. I promise."

Bruce stared at Hilla for a while. "The plane is taking off soon."

As Bruce left, Hilla was relieved and pulled Margaret aside.

She warned her in a low voice, "It’s from Mom. She prepared the soup ingredients in the kitchen, and you had better drink it twice a day."

Margaret’s face collapsed, wondering,

It was obvious that Margaret was unwilling, but Hilla did her job.

"Mom hopes that you could have a baby this year. If you don’t listen, she will come to take care of you!"

Hilla noticed Margaret’s face turning pale suddenly.

Her little face was full of grievance.

Hilla sighed and slipped a note into Margaret’s hand.

She gave a little cough and said awkwardly, "This is a traditional secret recipe from Riya. Maybe...you can have a try. Keep it!"

Hilla turned around and ran away after that.

It was embarrassing to talk about such a topic with Margaret.

Margaret grabbed the slip of paper in her hand, watching Hilla’s plane fly slowly away.

Her face began to freeze.

she thought.

Julian stepped forward and glanced at the note in Margaret’s hand. Then he noticed Margaret’s severe face and seemed to guess it."

He pulled Margaret into his arms and walked to the car. "Finally! It’s time for us to mind our business."

Julian was relieved that Orlenna finally left.

It had been a tough week for him to stay with Orlenna because time went slower on those days.

Margaret gradually eased up when she was in the car and angrily threw the note out of the window.

"Friendship is the most fragile thing in the world."

This time, Julian did not ridicule her. Instead, he stood on her side.

He said calmly, "Well, she goes a bit too far."

"A bit? I don’t care how they degrade me, but I won’t allow them to question my fertility," said Margaret.

Margaret thought that she was still young to get pregnant.

She was insulted when her mom made those stupid soups for her, and Riya prepared

this secret note.

Julian raised his eyebrows and gazed across Margaret’s face.

He seemed to be surprised.

After a few seconds, he nodded and said, "That’s too much."

"Damn it! I only removed my appendix. Now your whole family said that I had a miscarriage. It’s okay if they want to show me sympathy, but why should I be the one suffering from this pregnant thing?"

Margaret roared angrily in the car.

Alan, sitting at the front, silently pulled up the sheet.

It was inappropriate for him to listen to his boss’s conversation.

Julian glanced at it and said indifferently, "If you don’t want to have a baby, then forget it. It’s not written in the law."

His sentence seemed to press Margaret’s button.

She immediately turned to glare at him.

"What do you mean? Did you mean that I’m infertile?"

"No, they didn’t know we are doing birth control, so it’s normal if you’re not pregnant," said Julian.

If Margaret were pregnant, she would have to doubt who was the child’s birth father. "Julian, why do I feel like you’re laughing at me?"

Margaret approached, narrowed her eyes, and threatened him, "Are you happy that I’m not pregnant? You don’t want me to be pregnant, do you?"

That’s why he used condoms in every sex.

Could it be possible that Julian had some ulterior motive?

Julian denied immediately.

"Yes, you are. You’re upright and honest ostensibly but wicked behind your back."

"I’m not."

Julian frowned and dragged Margaret inside.

Margaret looked at him suspiciously and suddenly stopped at the door.

"Well, I know everything. If I can’t give birth to a child, you will ask your families to bully me. If I die, you can still inherit ten billion from my property."

Julian was confused. Margaret looked at his stunned look and sneered.

"Am I right? Do you feel guilty now?"

"Well, it’s all of your fertile imagination."

Margaret noticed that Julian fell silent and said with a smug face, "If I don’t have an heir, then you will be the successor first in order and take my property legally."

No wonder he gave me all of his assets. This is his plan!> Margaret thought.