Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 122

Grace maintained the smile and said, "Third Aunt, I quit drinking already. You know that I had a car accident because I was drunk. How could I dare to drink again?"

Upon hearing Grace's words, the third aunt stopped and could only laugh dryly.

Her uncle said, "Nevertheless, it is Thanksgiving. Just drink a few glasses. You are not driving now anyways."

"That's right. If you don't drink, you are not giving us elders any respect!" Her second uncle followed suit.

"Enough!" Grandma suddenly shouted, "Your consciences have been eaten by dogs. Are you really going to push Grace into the pit of fire?"

All of a sudden, no one at the table spoke, but Grace looked at her grandmother in surprise.

Susie said to Grace, "Grace, your uncle and others are up to no good. They want to marry you to the Miller pack's fool son in exchange for 300,000 dollars. They..."

Mr. Kelleigh interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.

"So what if Grace marries into the Miller pack? Are we mistreating her? The Miller pack accepted her, even though she had been in jail. Even though she has made enemies of the main packs here. Do you think she can marry into a good family now?"

"That's right. 300,000 dollars from the Miller pack is just enough to buy houses for First Cousin and Second Cousin. Grace, you owe them this. If you hadn't been in prison in the first place, they would have already found a good partner." Stella added fuel to the fire.