Novel & Cerita Don't Mess With Mrs. Jefferson

Jefferson shook him off like he'd touched something dirty. "Don't touch me. I don't have a student like you." Then he walked out with Mrs. Jefferson. The second he was gone, the rest of the faculty and classmates suddenly had "urgent matters" to attend to. The party that had been buzzing minutes ago? Yeah. Dead. Margot finally broke down. "Edward, what is happening? How did she get the address? How did she show up here?" She beat her fists against him. "You've ruined me. Everyone's going to laugh at me."

"Hello?" An elderly voice came through the speaker. "Is… Is this Rose?" I paused. "Yes, this is Rose. May I ask who's calling?" "I'm… Hunter's mother." I fell silent. "Mrs. Hayes, is there something you need?" "Could… Could we meet?" she pleaded. "I'm begging you." After a moment's hesitation, I agreed. … We met at a coffee shop. Hunter's mother, Michelle, looked even older than I had imagined. Her hair had turned completely white. She wore plain clothes, and the light in her eyes was gone.

She looked like a goddess. As she was her only daughter, Mrs. Jefferson had hired the best designer money could buy. Looking at her dearest daughter, Mrs. Jefferson felt sad. Diana walked over and held her hand. “Mrs. Jefferson, we should be happy for Carol.” Mrs. Jefferson answered with tearing eyes, “Diana, I just feel sad. She is my little girl. And now, she is getting married!” “How is Mr. Jefferson handling it?” Diana asked. Mrs. Jefferson wiped her tears. “Oh him? If you think I’m bad, you should see him! He is hiding in his bedroom, sobbing!”

She was always at home spending or Jeff's money while I was being treated like trash by those gamblers. I am smart and she's only a beauty, without her face she's nothing. I am going to do everything to make her suffer much worse than what I had been through. And Jeff and I will be happy for the rest of our lives. I should be the one everyone calls Mrs. Jefferson Scott and not her. Jefferson is mine.

A scrape on the hand was no big deal, but Marissa could not bear such treatment anymore. The Moore family had gone overboard! The matter a few days ago had just died down, yet they were stirring up a ruckus again. What's more, their attack was directed at the naïve Deanna! Jepherson was no ordinary person and he deciphered Stuart's expression immediately. He suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. "Book a ticket for me," Jepherson commanded as he walked out.

You will get full gist when you come around," Mrs Clinton said. "Alright mum, I will fix my schedules and get back to you." "If you refuse to show up, I will bundle you out of your cocoon myself," Mrs Clinton warned. Jane chuckled and hung up. "What wedding plans? Isn't it too early for that?" She muttered and dug into her meal thoughtfully. A firm raps at her door brought her back to consciousness. She went for the door and realized it was Jeff. "Talk about the devil," she muttered as she opened up.

Dents on the road and other visible damage caused by the fight. But Jefferson could care less about all this. He was rich enough to get it repaired within a day. Getting to the mansion. Jefferson went straight to his room and placed DeLorna on the bed carefully. He smiled looking at her sleeping face. There was a smile etched on the beautiful face of hers. Jefferson couldn't help but stare at the face before staring at the lips. The lips were pink and had a special fragrance to them that felt alluring in a special kind of way to Jefferson.

Then, I stood up to leave. Jessica wasn't about to let me go so easily. She slapped me across the face and said coldly, "See what happens if you really walk away." I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. I couldn't be bothered to argue. At that moment, I just wanted to leave this place. Infuriated by my indifference, Jessica decided to throw the handle after the hatchet. She took the divorce agreement in my hand and signed her name carelessly across the signature line. Next, she instructed her assistant, "Stop paying for Mrs. Jefferson Senior's medical bills so that Mr. Jefferson understands what real cruelty looks like."

Mendes have to be so honest about doing chores? Just do it casually and be done with it. With this much work, who could possibly finish? Mrs. Mendes said, “I can’t fake it. They check everything inch by inch.”

That is confirmed already. “And that day is Saturday, so tomorrow is their day off. They all went home except Aye, so we are alone in the house. I`m at my study room when I heard from downstairs a loud sound, like glass got broke. I bring my knife, thinking that I`m alone at my house and theirs a thief who entered my house. But to my shock, I found Aye`s body full of blood and not breathing. I was so shock that I can`t move, I also drop my knife,aye's blood is drawn up to me. I`ve only got by senses back when, Jefferson, my gardener, shouted and accused me for being murderer.”