The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson
Chapter 52

Chapter 52

The Coopers were taken aback by the revelation especially since they usually saw the blonde with Roger at every party they had attended.

"Well, we've certainly missed out on a lot, haven't we?" Eric sighed heavily.

"Quite a bit, especially since everything happened so quickly. Now, my second son will inherit the company while I'm currently going through a divorce with Isabelle," George lamented.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Samantha commented sympathetically.

"But I think these are things that should have happened a long time ago... I should have been tougher the moment I noticed Isabelle favoring one of our sons over the other," George admitted sadly as he glanced over at Elliot teasing Jayden away while embracing Deborah. "I guess I was naive to think she'd change."

"Cheer up, my friend. You have your other son, so there's no need to be sad," Eric reassured George.

"And my future grandson," George added with a smile.

"Indeed," said Eric.

"Hey, how is Roger going to handle that?" Samantha asked, trying to shift the conversation away from the gloomy topic.

"That's another headache because Roger, that stupid son of mine, impregnated his wife and his mistress almost at the same time."

"Wow... you really have quite the problem on your hands," Eric commented before delving into stock market trends and other work topics, in an attempt to lift his friend's spirits.

Meanwhile, Roger sought refuge back at his table after dancing to two songs. His mood soured at the sight of Deborah looking so beautiful and happy with another man. Roger's demeanor frustrated Sophia a little, but she refrained from getting upset this time. Instead, she seized the opportunity to engage with Cassandra, the girl she had noticed earlier

Cassandra was seething with anger over the same reason as Roger.

"Damn... how can she be so lucky," Cassandra muttered furiously as she tore apart the flowers arranged at the table she sat at.

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"Hello."

Cassandra's eyebrows furrowed upon hearing her name. When she turned, she noticed a blonde woman with an arrogant smile approaching her with her lips. curled. "Who are you? What do you want?" Cassandra asked.

"My name doesn't matter, does it?" Sophia replied, casually taking the seat next to Cassandra.

"True, a mistress is nameless," Cassandra retorted arrogantly after recognizing Sophia.

"Says the daughter of one, right?"

Cassandra scowled at the remark.

"Come on, it's no secret you Andersons are imposters-none of you have the real blood of the family name-reflecting how bad your financial state is," said Sophia -mockingly.

"Well, for a cheap slut, you seem to know a lot about our world."

"I use my brain, unlike others who leave the dirty work to men."

Cassandra frowned deeply, clearly offended on behalf of her mother. "Alright, just tell me, what do you want?"

"An alliance to destroy your beloved elder sister."

"And what do you have against Deborah?"

"That's my business, but the point is, we both hate seeing that stupid girl happy and getting the best men in town."

"So what do you have in mind?"

"To make her miserable. Also, that brat growing inside her is a nuisance."

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"And what do if we help you prevent the brat from being born?" At that moment, Cassandra's twin, Ernest, joined the conversation.

"I can tell you the location of what your father has been searching for and claim all of the Andersons' money," Sophia said with a malicious smile.

"Wait, how do you..." Ernest was startled because no one was supposed to know about that.

"As I said, I know things that will help you in your terrible financial predicament."

"You didn't choose Roger at random, did you?"

"That's right, I might not come from a famous and rich family, but I have my wits about me to make up for that," Sophia proudly said. "So.... do we have a deal?"

"Before giving you an answer, I want you to give us proof that the knowledge you. offered to help us is true and not a hoax," Emest said.

"Proof? Well, do you know why your father didn't get any money despite being the widower of the Anderson heiress?" Sophia asked playfully as the twins shook their heads. "Because Deborah's grandfather never trusted a poor waiter." "What?! Take that back!" Cassandra ordered, scowling. "My dad was always a great executive and... Ernest, why are you silent?" Cassandra asked, expecting him to be angry as well.

"Because that's true," Ernest said, frowning.

"That... that can't be..."

"I found out by accident one afternoon going through his things. That was also when I found out why we don't have a penny to our name," Ernest said, annoyed. "But tell me, how did you know?"

"I told you, I have my ways... so, do we have a deal?"

"How can we help you?" Cassandra asked, looking into Sophia's eyes.

"For now I want..."