“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s talk privately.”
“No.”
“Sofia, I’m your husband!”
“An hour ago, I was a stranger.”
Teresa finally lost her temper.
“Are you really going to ruin this entire family over a little temper tantrum?! This estate will belong to Javier someday! It would have been yours too!”
At that moment, three black SUVs entered the driveway.
Teresa gasped and rushed toward the door, apparently convinced Elena had changed her mind.
But Elena wasn’t there.
Only a corporate attorney stepped out carrying a manila envelope.
“The evaluation is officially terminated,” he said. “Mrs. Mendoza will not be entering this property.”
Teresa forced a desperate smile.
“Please tell her that her daughter understands it was just a silly misunderstanding!”
The attorney barely looked at her.
“Mrs. Mendoza was very clear. She does not do business with people who abuse their own family the moment they believe no one important is watching.”
Then he returned to the SUV and left.
Real fear finally appeared on Teresa’s face.
Sofia unlocked her phone.
“Now let’s discuss what this ‘stranger’ has already paid for all of you.”
She cast another document onto the large screen.
It contained receipts, bank transfers, and text messages.
Mariana had insisted Sofia book a five-star Manhattan hotel for her wedding.
Teresa had demanded designer dresses, elaborate floral arrangements, and luxury accommodations.
Every time, Javier had said,
