My Destined Lover

To be honest, Laura can’t wait to meet her so-called brother of hers. It’s said that he was not a decent guy either.

Mrs. Taylor was still angry. She dismissed the servants and called Bob, exaggerating the real situation. After complaining for a long time, she got a promise that her son would come back tomorrow. Finally, Mrs. Taylor was relieved, She took Lily’s hand and gnashed her teeth, and said, “My baby girl is better. Not like that little bitch upstairs, she’s been making trouble since she came back!” Saying that she also gave the upstairs a fierce glare.

“It’s okay, when she marries Marcus, she’ll have her ass kicked!” Lily snorted contemptuously, full of resentment, “After that sick man died, those people at the Browns, sooner or later tortured her to death!”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Many people in the Browns want Marcus to die so that they can share his assets. At that time, Laura will naturally become a thorn in their flesh. Lily’s happiness for the rest of her life was one of the reasons why the Taylors don’t want to let their daughter get married. The more important thing was that they were afraid that she will not be able to cope with the sinister Brown family alone.

As for Laura, she didn’t grow up by her side. It doesn’t matter if she dies. Mrs. Taylor had planned well and was waiting for that day.

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Dinner time.

Laura seated at the table when Mrs. Taylor’s curse rang in her ears, “Well, well, well. You finally come. The whole family is waiting for you to eat! What’s wrong? Don’t you like the food? Or don’t you like what I’m saying?”

Laura sat down and stared at the porridge in front of her. Mrs. Taylor, who was upset by this behavior, dropped her dishes and became angry.

“Who made this dinner?” Laura looked up at Jones, who was busy in the kitchen. Jones lowered her head as if she hadn’t heard. “Who made it?” Mrs. Taylor looked at Laura’s sensitive face and gets angry. She said sarcastically, “What, do you think someone is going to hurt you? Afraid of someone will poison you? Don’t think a great deal of yourself.”

Laura looked over with a smirk and said coldly, “Is that you, Jones?”

“What are you talking about?” Jones hid the panic in his heart and said, “I cooked all the meals together. Did I poison you alone?”

“Did I said you poisoned me?” Laura asked rhetorically, carrying the plain porridge, and went into the kitchen. Doing that in front of her was asking for trouble.

Looking at Laura’s smile, Jones suddenly felt creeping and stuttered to defense. Laura didn’t want to listen to the explanation, she just grabbed Jones’ chin and filled the porridge in. Jones choked and coughed, and then she covered her neck and spit out white foams.

Mrs. Taylor cried out in shock and ducked out a few meters away, her face pale with fear.

“Laura! You, what have you done!”

“I didn’t make this meal. What can I do?” Laura threw the bowl into the trash can and shrugged with an innocent look. Jones deserved it.

“Call the police, no, call an ambulance!” Lily’s face was tense, looking at Jones who was rolling around in pain on the ground, her heart was aching.