I Fixed His Martyr Mom With My High Self-Worth Chapter 08

I Fixed His Martyr Mom With My High Self-Worth Chapter 08

“Not gonna admit it? Fine. There are cameras everywhere. The cops can pull the footage and trace every penny.” And don’t think you can worm your way out of this-I’ve got nothing but time. Isn’t your son working for the city or the county? My fiancé’s loaded, and I can hire people to picket outside his office every day until you cough up every cent.”

I leaned back in my chair, took a sip of tea, and looked completely unbothered.

The uncle’s greatest pride was his son’s government job-and also his biggest weakness. He broke out in a cold sweat.

“Sis, you’re my own sister! You’re really going to let her push me around like this?!”

Seeing I wouldn’t budge, he turned to the softest target in the room-his sister.

“I don’t care about that. I only listen to my future daughter-in-law now. That money was her bride price, and you’re giving it back!”

Margaret turned her head away, refusing to look at her brother’s pleading face.

“Wedding gift? For her? There’s close to a hundred grand in that account. She’s not worth that kind of money-look at her! Who does she think she is?!”

I let out a dismissive snort. “A hundred grand? Please. That’s pocket change to me. You’ve got no

taste.”

“Come on, Derek,” the girl behind the aunt finally spoke up, trying to cozy up to him. “This woman

is way out of line. You’re loaded, but that doesn’t mean you should throw money around. We modern independent women don’t even want wedding gifts-it’s such an outdated tradition.”

This was the aunt’s niece from her side-no blood relation to Derek. The aunt had been trying to set them up for years, figuring if she married into the family, all the money would stay close.

“Miss Wu,” Derek said coldly, “you’re just my aunt’s niece. We’re barely related. Maybe drop the

‘cousin’ act.”

“My daughter-in-law is from the Shaw family. She’s my son’s equal. She’s the only one I

recognize.”

Now all three of us were on the same page. I tapped the table. “My patience is running thin. Pay up

now, or we’ll be paying your son a visit at work.”

They’d been bleeding this account for years. Never thought they’d get caught. There was no way

they had that kind of cash on hand.

“We don’t have that much money on us! At least give us a few days to scrape it together!” the uncle

wailed.

“I don’t care. I want the money right now.”

Seeing there was no way out, the uncle and aunt transferred every cent from their phones and even maxed out their cards on the POS machine I pulled out. I even took what little cash Miss Wu had on

her. Once I was sure all three were bone-dry, I made them sign an IOU for the rest-due in one week. After they’d pressed their thumbprints, I finally told Martha to open the door and let them

leave.

“As long as I’m in this house, you stay as far away as possible. Come sniffing around again, and I’ll get a guard dog to rip you to shreds.” I hurled that at their backs as they scrambled out.

The door clicked shut. Derek and I locked eyes and burst out laughing.

“Finally wiped that smug look off their faces. That felt amazing.”

Derek had plenty of grievances against his uncle, but he’d always held back out of respect for his

mom.