Chapter 26

Shirley slammed the bowl onto the table: "Why are you dressed so inappropriately for dinner? Go back and change immediately."

I looked at Brandon, and sure enough, his eyes seemed glued to Paula.

I couldn't help but sneer inwardly, Shirley, are you nervous?

You've always been the one to steal other people's men, and now Paula has stolen yours? Are you anxious? Are you finally feeling what others felt?

I cleared my throat: "I think Paula looks great, pure and beautiful. It's pleasant to look at her at the dinner table, so let her dress like this."

Shirley was indignant: "But..."

Brandon continued, "Let's listen to Caroline. As long as she's happy, Shirley, stop making a fuss and yelling at the dinner table."

Shirley fell silent immediately, glaring at Paula and me.

But I pretended not to see it and went back to my room after dinner.

At night, just as I was about to go out to get some water, I saw Shirley dressed scantily entering Brandon's room.

Not long after, Shirley was pushed out by him, clearly rejected.

I sneered, went to the kitchen to get water, and overheard Paula and Shirley talking.

I quickly hid in the kitchen, afraid of being seen by the two of them.

Watching the scene unfold was even more thrilling, and my heart was pounding.

Paula blocked Shirley and sneered, "No wonder you wanted me to change clothes at dinner. Turns out you climbed into Mr. Jordan's bed first."

"Does Mrs. Jordan know?"

I couldn't see the scene, but I knew Shirley probably glared at Paula: "What's it to you?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Mrs. Jordan?"

Shirley snorted, "Let me tell you the truth, Brandon and I have been together for a while. Caroline is just a dying person. Once she dies, Mr. Jordan will marry me."

"Really? Just you?"

"What's wrong with me? I've been with Brandon for many years. Don't think you can seduce him just because you're pretty. Look at Brandon, do you think you can seduce him?"

I almost laughed hearing this from Shirley. Doesn't she find it ironic?

Paula didn't say anything, and I didn't know what she was planning.

"Alright, go back to your room. If Caroline wakes up and finds us, I won't let you off."

With that, Shirley went back to her room first. After they both left, I came out of the kitchen and went upstairs.

Shirley is no longer worth dealing with. Paula won't stay quiet, and Shirley will eventually be abandoned by the fickle Brandon.

What I need to do now is find out what Brandon is up to.

The next morning, Brandon took Paula to work, while Shirley stood behind the car, her face full of jealousy.

At noon, after Shirley finished cooking, she said to me, "Mrs. Jordan, I'm going to bring lunch to Mr. Jordan."

It seems Paula's presence has thrown her off balance, something that never happened before. Isn't she afraid I'll suspect something?

Apparently, Shirley couldn't care less. She was almost dying of jealousy that Paula could stay with Brandon all the time.

"You've never brought him lunch before. Why now?"

Shirley didn't catch the implication in my words and said, "I made steak today, Mr. Jordan's favorite, so I'm bringing it to him."

In the past, she never made Brandon's favorite dishes when he wasn't home. Today, it's too obvious.

I didn't say anything, watching her take the lunchbox to the company.

In less than half an hour, Shirley came back, looking very upset.

Knowing Brandon, I could almost recreate the scene.

Shirley brought the lunchbox, only to be scolded by Brandon.

"Do I need you to bring me lunch? Have you forgotten your task? Keep an eye on Caroline. What are you doing here? Get back immediately."

If it were just Brandon scolding her, she wouldn't be this upset. She must have been mocked by her sister Paula.

I watched Shirley angrily throw the lunchbox into the kitchen and then into the trash can, cursing viciously.

Seeing her breakdown made me very happy. I pretended not to see it and went back to my room to feed the kids.

That evening, Brandon came back with Paula, the two of them chatting and laughing.

Shirley's face darkened at the sight.

Brandon's face also darkened when he saw her, clearly remembering the incident at noon.

Paula saw Shirley and smiled smugly, "Shirley, what did you do tonight? I didn't get to eat the lunch you made at noon."

Paula was deliberately causing trouble. Shirley glared at Paula and tried to curry favor by taking Brandon's coat.

But Brandon didn't even look at her and sat at the dining table.

Shirley was about to sit opposite Brandon when he called Paula to sit there instead.

Seeing this, Shirley became even angrier, her face turning all sorts of colors like a palette.

Brandon looked at Paula and asked, "How are you adjusting to work today?"

Paula blushed immediately, "Thanks to Mr. Jordan's help, I'm adjusting well."

The two of them chatted about family matters throughout the meal, and Shirley couldn't get a word in.

I couldn't stand their flirtatious conversation and got up to leave.

Just then, my phone rang, and I quickly went to the bathroom to answer it.

It was Simon calling. Kathy had been staying at Kelly's house these days, so my calls with Simon were irregular.

Simon was surprised I answered, "I was going to ask you to call back tonight, but it's fine now. I discovered something. You need to be prepared."

I took a deep breath, "I'm ready. Go ahead."

Simon's voice was calm and methodical, "You and Brandon have a joint account, right?"

I replied, "Yes, why? My dividends, Brandon's dividends, and the money we earn are all transferred to that account."

"I found out through a friend at the bank that Brandon made several large transfers recently, all to offshore accounts. I suspect he's moving your assets."

I was stunned, "Can you find out who owns the other account?"

Simon replied, "No, the offshore account is very cunning, using multiple personal details. The money was transferred without a trace. And someone like Brandon wouldn't be scammed, so I suspect he's moving the assets himself."

I listened in shock, recalling Brandon's actions, and it all made sense. Brandon's insurance policies and his interest in my family's old house were all about moving the money.

Is he planning to flee abroad?