The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 1131

Chapter 1131: Chapter 1131: You Dare Call Yourself My Grandmother Without Fear of Divine Retribution

"I-I’m your grandma!"

When Mrs. Jennings said the last two words, her confidence wavered a bit, but she still forced herself to maintain a righteous stance.

"Grandma?"

Althea looked carefully at the old lady in front of her and couldn’t help but laugh, "Claiming to be my grandmother, aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

The Heavenly Dao wouldn’t allow anyone to arrogantly take its place.

Mrs. Jennings’ heart jumped a bit when she heard someone call her grandma, thinking that after years of being the old lady, she was finally being "promoted."

But then the conversation took a turn, stating that she would be struck by lightning.

The old lady was instantly furious.

She really shouldn’t have any expectations for this granddaughter who returned halfway!

Feeling angry and with a pain in her chest, she dared not casually scold this granddaughter as before. Feeling suffocated, she subconsciously wanted to reach out to let the little fox support her again, only to see that the little fox that was just with her had somehow crouched at Scarlett Jennings’s feet, looking very obedient.

The old lady instantly felt hurt.

Despite all the good things she usually had the butler feed it!

The sea fish it got were freshly airlifted from abroad! But as soon as Scarlett, the owner, returned, she forgot about the old lady who walked with it every day!

The old lady’s face rarely showed a sad expression, which Michael Jennings inside happened to see.

Michael’s beer belly was noticeably smaller than before, and his wariness of this niece had gradually faded as she hadn’t often returned home these past two years.

Seeing the old lady standing before her, clutching her chest as if in a state of hurt and with her face full of injury, he immediately walked out quickly.

"Mom!"

He first supported the old lady, then turned his head, instinctively displaying the authority of the second uncle,

"Scarlett! What did you do to Mom again? Why can’t you behave for even two days when you come home? I know you’re powerful now, but no matter how powerful you are, you should remember we are your elders!"

Seeing the fat guy appear and hearing his accusations, Althea found it quite novel.

"Times have truly changed, huh."

Althea remarked, looking at Michael, and her tone carried a sense of wonder,

"Nowadays, little guys like you who won’t live a hundred years can actually assume the role of an elder and boss me around."

With a face full of intrigue and a half-smile, that smile looked imposing to Michael, making him inexplicably anxious. He was just about to scold her for speaking properly.

Althea’s eyes glanced aside and saw a Wood Pattern Turtle crawling on the grass. She raised her hand immediately, gently hooking her fingers in front of Michael.

With fingers intertwined, Michael only felt dizzy and, when he came back to his senses, saw a green field before him. Looking up, he nearly fainted in fright.

To his shock, Scarlett’s and the old lady’s figures appeared enormously huge before him, as if one step could squash him flat.

Huh?

Squash flat?

Realizing something, Michael suddenly craned his neck backward, and sure enough, noticed his body had changed.

He, he... he had turned into a turtle!!!

No, to be precise, his soul had entered a turtle’s body!

Just moments ago, intimidated by Scarlett’s colossal figure, he only now realized that his own body had also become extremely large, still standing beside the old lady.

Knowing that Scarlett was not Althea in spirit, Shellback was unwilling to stay by her side and thought of coming over to play with its little brother.

Shellback’s little brother was naturally the Wood Pattern Turtle it once accidentally inhabited temporarily.

Back when it switched from the Wood Pattern Turtle to its current powerful tortoise body, it promised to make the Wood Pattern Turtle its little brother and always look out for it.

So, although reduced from a system turtle to a regular turtle, the Wood Pattern Turtle had been well fed and cared for by the Jennings family in the last two years, even owning a dedicated large fountain pool.

Shellback intended to fulfill its big brother role by taking the little brother for a flight but sensed something odd as it drew near.

With its neck extended, a slight detection made Shellback sternly exclaim,

"Where did this ghost come from?! How dare you occupy my little brother Shellback’s body! Get out right now!"

Now when Shellback spoke, regular people could hear it too, and the Jennings family was long used to the talking Crocodile Tortoise.

Like Mrs. Jennings at present.

She wasn’t surprised by the Crocodile Tortoise talking, but by the words it said.

Ghost?

There was a ghost inside the little turtle?!

Wasn’t it said that with Scarlett’s barrier at home, ordinary ghosts wouldn’t dare approach?

Though she thought so, it didn’t stop her from instinctively dropping the turtle in her hand in shock.

Michael got thrown unwittingly, landing on the grass again. Though the tough shell protected him from injury, he couldn’t suppress a mental shriek with a parabolic projection,

"Mom! It’s me!"