After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again-Chapter 73: What Do You Think You Are?

Florence Fuller turned the steering wheel and drove the car out of the parking space. Luke Gardiner suddenly appeared in front of the car, and she slammed on the brakes, her heart skipping a beat in fright.

Luke Gardiner saw her stop the car, walked past the front, opened the passenger door, and sat inside.

Florence Fuller glanced at him: "If you want to die, can’t you find another place?"

Luke Gardiner stared ahead: "What’s wrong with dying at your hands?"

"That would really dirty my hands."

Luke Gardiner frowned; he could see the storm brewing on Florence Fuller’s face, presumably wanting to curse his earlier action but holding back.

He muttered, "You speak pretty harshly too."

Florence Fuller grasped the steering wheel, and the car remained silent for a minute before she restarted the engine and drove out of the underground garage.

Silk Cloud Villa.

Laura Yates received a call from Michael Fuller, saying that Luke Gardiner was coming and they’d have dinner together outside tonight. He reminded her to just do what was expected of her and not let outsiders laugh at their family.

Florence Fuller would come to pick her up.

Laura Yates hung up the phone with mixed feelings. Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window where she took the call, she was lost in thought when a sarcastic female voice came over: "What? Got scared stupid by Brother Michael’s call?"

The woman sitting on the sofa was dressed in a brightly colored cheongsam, wrapped in fur, and biting into fruit with an elegant yet flamboyant demeanor like a wealthy lady.

Laura Yates glared at her, angry but not daring to speak up.

"This is no longer your place," the woman sneered at her: "It’s already generous of me not to throw you out."

"Get me some more fruit; we’re almost out," the woman commanded.

Laura Yates didn’t move.

The woman clicked her tongue impatiently: "Don’t you understand?"

Enduring the humiliation, Laura Yates went to the kitchen.

Florence Fuller walked in to see Laura Yates carrying a bowl of washed fruit out from the study, placing it on the table, while the woman on the sofa was happily watching TV, completely content.

Seeing Laura Yates put down the fruit, the woman glanced at her and complained: "Taking so long just to wash some fruit."

Clearly, she had already started bossing Laura Yates around like a servant.

"Who are you?"

As an unfamiliar voice rang out, the woman on the sofa and Laura Yates looked over, seeing Florence Fuller. Laura Yates rushed up to her like seeing a savior, her eyes reddening as she choked up: "Florence."

She had never done much housework before, but thanks to Michael Fuller, she was now being bossed around by this mistress.

The woman seemed to have guessed her identity but wasn’t afraid. She adjusted her fur with an air of nobility: "I am James Fuller’s mother, and I don’t mind if you call me stepmom."

Stepmom.

Seeing Laura Yates’ dejected appearance, Florence Fuller’s anger shot up again. Looking at Laura Yates, she asked: "Are you just going to let her boss you around like that?"

Laura Yates, holding back tears, lowered her head and didn’t dare to speak.

No wonder she’s being bullied.

Florence Fuller looked at her: "Don’t tell me, is Michael Fuller coming back tonight as well?"

Laura Yates nodded, her voice small: "Both of them are coming back."

Florence Fuller let out a short laugh in disbelief.

The old man is living large now, gathering his wife, lover, and illegitimate son under one roof; he must think he’s some kind of life winner.

"Where are the servants?" Florence Fuller surveyed the large villa’s living room, seeing no one.

"Oh~" Autumn Taylor fiddled with her hair: "I gave them the day off today."

"Did I ask you?" Florence Fuller squinted, her demeanor becoming increasingly intimidating. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Autumn Taylor looked at her, slightly intimidated by Florence’s icy gaze, but thinking of her son, her confidence grew: "Brother Michael said that I am in charge of this household now."

She really thinks this is some old feudal mansion.

"Who do you think you are?" Florence Fuller pushed Laura Yates aside and walked up, looking down at her with cold eyes: "Do you think you can boss my mom around?"

Autumn Taylor sensed danger: "I’m warning you... Brother Michael is on my side, and James Fuller is my son. He’s the CEO at Fuller Clan now. You... you should think it over."

Her confidence waned as she spoke.

Florence Fuller looked at the bowl of fruit on the table, seeing a large, juicy strawberry, golden cherries, grapes, lychees...

They’re all quite expensive.

"Do you really like fruits?"

Florence Fuller picked up a strawberry, looking at Autumn Taylor: "Is it good?"

Autumn Taylor, eyeing her dark expression, kept silent.

She knew Florence Fuller and Clara Fuller; she’d met Clara before. So this must be Florence. She didn’t know much about Florence Fuller, but Clara Fuller had told her that Florence and Laura Yates didn’t get along well.

So why is she this angry?

"Is it good?!" Florence Fuller’s tone turned sharp as she enunciated each word.

Autumn Taylor rolled her eyes and got up to leave: "I have something to attend—ah!"

Before she finished her sentence, Florence Fuller roughly pulled her back, tossed her onto the sofa, and gripped her cheeks, shoving the strawberry directly into her mouth.

Autumn Taylor hurriedly tried to grasp at her hands, but Florence easily overpowered her and twisted her arm back with a snap, making Autumn scream as she heard a bone-cracking sound.

All of a sudden, her right hand was useless.

In horror, Autumn Taylor screamed, and the next second Florence Fuller began cramming more fruit into her mouth. Pressed down by Florence, she couldn’t resist at all, with fruit juices all over her face. Her mouth was stuffed full. Florence released her, glaring down: "Chew it."

At that moment, with her hair and clothes a mess, her makeup smeared and red with strawberry juice, she looked utterly disheveled, a far cry from her earlier elegance, and she looked fearfully at Florence Fuller, angry but not daring to speak up.

"Chew!"

Florence Fuller sat back at the coffee table, casually holding an ashtray, watching her: "Maybe you didn’t know, but I’ve been training in Taekwondo since I was a kid. I even won awards at competitions. As I grew up, I learned sanda and boxing. Don’t think I won’t do anything to you. If you don’t finish these fruits, I’ll crack your head open!"

Autumn Taylor wept, looking up at her.

Florence Fuller: "Chew!"

Autumn Taylor sobbed as she worked her mouth, trying to spit out the seeds, but Florence Fuller’s eyes sharp, demanded: "Swallow!"

Florence pushed the fruit bowl nearer to Autumn: "Finish everything in here. Don’t spit out a thing, and swallow all the seeds."

The fruit bowl was large, packed full of fruit.

Florence Fuller wanted her to finish them all, wasn’t this trying to stuff her to death!

But faced with Florence Fuller’s ominous grip on the ashtray, Autumn Taylor fearfully started shoving the fruit into her mouth.

Florence Fuller patiently watched her eat.

Witnessing the entire scene, Laura Yates realized, as she watched the imposing Florence Fuller staring unblinkingly at Autumn Taylor, that this was her way of standing up for her.