My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Cecelia Archer’s Sister-in-Law Is Here

With that, her sister-in-law pushed Cecelia Archer aside and tried to leave.

Cecelia Archer and her brother knew perfectly well what she was up to. She wasn’t going grocery shopping; she was planning to run off with the property deed.

As long as she was in the apartment, they still had a chance. Once she left, getting it back would be nearly impossible.

"You can go grocery shopping, but this property belongs to Cecelia Archer, and she needs it urgently. Give the deed back to her!"

Her brother put Rocky on the bed and moved to grab his wife, but she dodged him.

"June Archer, if you lay another hand on me, I’m calling the police! It clearly has your name written on it, so how is it hers? I don’t care! You’re my husband, and I’m not giving it back!"

"Let me through!"

Her sister-in-law darted in front of Cecelia Archer, telling her to make way, but Cecelia was furious now too. With a SLAM, she shut the door.

"Sister-in-law, you can’t leave. I’ve made it perfectly clear. Candy and I will die if I don’t return this property deed. How can you be so greedy? Please, just think about us for a second."

"You—!"

Her sister-in-law glanced at her, then turned back to look at June Archer.

"What do you two think you’re doing? Are you going to rob me? Brother and sister, ganging up on me? Have you no shame?"

June Archer looked past his wife to Cecelia.

"Alright, Cecelia! Stop wasting your breath on her! If she were reasonable, this wouldn’t have dragged on for so long! Lock the door and watch Rocky!"

"What are you doing? June Archer, what do you think you’re doing?"

"AHHH! Help me! Somebody! My husband is hitting me!"

After he spoke, June Archer pinned his wife down by the side of the bed, and the two started to wrestle.

The scene was a chaotic mess. Afraid Rocky would be traumatized if he saw, Cecelia Archer jumped onto the bed, pulled him into her arms, and covered his eyes and ears.

Her sister-in-law cursed and screamed, struggling desperately, but after a monumental effort, her brother finally got a grip on the property deed.

He was just one pull away from getting it, but his sister-in-law held on to the bottom half for dear life.

RIIIP—

The property deed had been ripped in two.

Amid her sister-in-law’s dramatic wailing, Cecelia Archer left her brother’s home, holding the torn property deed.

The next morning at 7:30, Mrs. Vaughn had just come downstairs for breakfast when she overheard the guard at the gatehouse call Ms. King.

"Ms. King, is the Young Madam at home? There’s a woman at the gate looking for her... she says she’s her sister-in-law."

Ms. King froze. "Her sister-in-law? The Young Madam hasn’t been here for the last two days."

"So what should I do? Turn her away? Tell her to come back another day?"

’She is the Young Madam’s sister-in-law, after all, and this is her first time visiting. Even though the Young Madam isn’t here, others are. It wouldn’t be right to just send her away, would it?’

’But if I just let her in, I can’t guarantee anyone else will be willing to receive her.’

Not wanting to make the wrong call, she told the guard to wait. "Let me ask the master and I’ll call you back."

After hanging up, Ms. King turned to go upstairs to find the old master, but she came face-to-face with Mrs. Vaughn.

Mrs. Vaughn’s eyebrows were arched high on her forehead.

"’Young Madam’? ’Sister-in-law’? Who were you just on the phone with?

Ms. King could only answer truthfully. "The Young Madam’s sister-in-law has arrived."

Her sister-in-law?

"What does her family do?"

Ms. King hesitated. "...I heard Mr. Damien mention it once. He praised her brother, said he was very capable and down-to-earth. I think he’s a delivery driver."

The disgust on Mrs. Vaughn’s face was unmistakable.

If word of this got out, they’d be an absolute laughingstock.

’The prestigious Vaughn family, related by marriage to a delivery driver!’

Despite her age, having spent over twenty years with the Vaughn family, Ms. King had absorbed the mannerisms of the upper class. Her speech and her every move possessed a natural elegance.

Chloe King smiled back at her. ’I definitely made the right choice coming here today,’ she thought. ’The Vaughn family is so rich that the guardhouse at the gate is probably worth more than my apartment. And they have the nerve to haggle with us over a measly twenty or thirty million? Unbelievable!’

Ms. King took the case of milk and bottle of wine she was carrying and led her through the door.

In the living room, Mrs. Vaughn looked over from the dining table, her gaze icy.

Chloe King saw a beautiful and elegant woman sitting there, who looked to be in her late thirties. Her makeup was exquisite, her aura noble, and she bore a slight resemblance to Damien Vaughn. Unable to guess their relationship, Chloe King politely introduced herself.

"Hello, I’m Cecelia Archer’s sister-in-law, Chloe King. And you are?"

"This is the lady of the house, Damien’s mother," Ms. King explained, setting down the gifts.

Chloe King was inwardly stunned.

’Damien Vaughn’s mom? My god! She must be in her forties or fifties, so how can she look so young?’

She subconsciously touched her own cheek, feeling awkward about calling this woman ’auntie,’ but Chloe King did it anyway.

"Oh, so you’re Auntie. You’re so young and beautiful!"

"It’s my first time visiting, and I wasn’t sure what to bring. I figured your family isn’t lacking for anything, so I just brought a small something. Please don’t take offense."

Mrs. Vaughn glanced at the two gifts, her disdain plain to see.

"Why have you come to visit so early in the morning? Is there a reason for this visit?"

She didn’t invite Chloe King to sit, nor did she stand up to greet her, projecting an air of superiority. This made Chloe King a little uncomfortable.

’So what if you have a little dirty money? Look at you, so high and mighty!’

She took a seat for herself across from Mrs. Vaughn.

"Oh, it’s just a small thing. I just dropped my kid off and figured it was on the way, so I’d pop in for a bit. You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Please, go ahead. There’s no rush to talk."

’A small thing? On the way?’

’No one just ’pops in’ to the Vaughn estate because it’s ’on the way.’ She’s got some nerve, saying that!’