Chapter 857

Pinned beneath the five women, Mrs. Mercer shrieked like a banshee.

One-on-one, none of them would have been a match for her, but against five at once, she didn't stand a chance. To make matters worse, she had come alone-no friends by her side, and her bodyguards were waiting outside.

The lobby was so deafeningly loud that her security detail couldn't hear her screams. All they knew was that there was a commotion inside.

Without direct orders from Mrs. Mercer, they didn't dare intervene. Instead, they stood idly by the pool, watching the kids splash around and giggle.

Beaten until she was sobbing uncontrollably, Mrs. Mercer was finally saved when Hans, fearing they might actually kill her, signaled a few men to pull the women off. "That's enough! Stop fighting and let's talk this out."

For the first time in his life, Hans felt like he was screaming until his throat bled, yet no one was listening.

Left with no choice, he snatched a handgun from a nearby bodyguard and fired a warning shot into the air. The deafening crack finally shocked the room into absolute silence.

These women, who normally paraded around dripping in diamonds and designer labels, now looked like disheveled ghosts.

Their clothes were torn to shreds, and their high heels were scattered across the floor, completely mismatched.

"What's left to talk about? Tell James to get out here."

Mrs. Mercer glared at the women, clutching her chest as if she might go into cardiac arrest.

"You little sluts. Every last one of you. Let me make this clear-James is my husband, and he just got locked up. So you can kiss your fantasies goodbye."

Saying the words sent a twisted rush of satisfaction through her. Just hours ago, she had been agonizing over him, planning to beg her father to bail him out.

But looking at these five women and the eight kids outside, Mrs. Mercer wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in his head herself. Why on earth would she save him now?

Of course, none of the five women believed a word she said.

One of them marched up to her, eyes burning with venom. "Cut the act, Sallie. We know James's company is going public today.

"There's no way he got arrested. Do you really think these pathetic lies will make us back off?"

The other four quickly chimed in. "Our kids are his blood, Sallie. If you don't believe us, get a DNA test. Don't think for a second we'll just take your word for it.

"Tell him to come out here and face

us instead of hiding like a coward

He can abandon us, but he can't

abandon his sons. He owes us child

suppo

and if he doesn't pay up, we

really will send his ass to jail.

“Take a look in the mirror, Sallie. You're too old to give him a son. Do him a favor

and step aside, or better yet, just sign the divorce papers.

"That way, he might throw you a few crumbs-enough for you and your daughter to survive the rest of your pathetic lives."

Their mocking words sliced into Mrs. Mercer like a serrated blade.

"What kind of bullshit are you spewing? Has James been feeding you so many lies that your brains have turned to mush? Did he really convince you of that? Do you have any idea that the only reason he is where he is today is because of my family?

“Our assets are completely separate. I don't care if you popped out ten or a thousand sons for him—you won't see a single dime of my money.

"You actually think he's loaded? He's a hollow shell drowning in tens of millions of dollars in debt. Whether it's his precious IPO or those billion-dollar contracts he signs, it all belongs to the Yeager family absolutely nothing to do with him.

has

“You scheming tramps thought you could use your looks to seduce a married man, pop out a kid, and secure a fortune without lifting a finger. Keep dreaming!"

After unleashing her fury, Mrs. Mercer ignored the stunned looks on their faces. Her words had completely shattered their reality.

They never imagined that the generous, wealthy James-who threw thousands of dollars at them every month-was actually a broke freeloader who had joined the Yeager family.