The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 855

As they approached the front door, she could hear the distinct sound of splashing and childish laughter carrying over the walls.

She froze in surprise.

The house was supposed to be completely vacant.

She paid an exorbitant HOA fee every year and employed a skeletal staff just to maintain the grounds.

Hearing the raucous laughter of children echoing from the backyard made her frown deeply.

A surge of irritation flared in her chest.

She stormed toward the entrance, eager to rip into the security team and maids.

The sheer audacity! They were using her multimillion-dollar home as a personal playground for their own kids.

She was going to find out exactly who authorized this and fire every single one of them.

She scanned her face at the biometric lock, the heavy doors clicking open.

Stalking past the outdoor patio, she laid eyes on the pool and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Who are you people? Who let you in here?!" she screamed.

"Where is the housekeeper? Get out here right now!"

As she shrieked in rage, a middle-aged woman in a housekeeper's uniform came scurrying out, her head bowed in terror.

"Explain this instantly! Where did these brats come from? Are you completely useless? You just let random strays trash my property? Look at the pool—it's completely ruined!"

It wasn't just the pool.

The expensive decking was littered with torn snack wrappers and half-eaten fruit, and there was even unidentifiable garbage floating on the water's surface.

Sallie gagged. Her pristine, multimillion-dollar sanctuary was being treated like a public dumpster.

The housekeeper was sweating profusely.

"Ma'am, please, it's not our fault! Mr. Mercer brought them all here! He ordered us to keep a close eye on the children and told us he was shipping them all out of the city today."

"What do you mean he brought them here?!" she snapped.

"I bought this property! James has zero claim to it! Where did he even dig up these brats? Are they his trashy relatives from out of town? Kick them out immediately!"

Venting her fury on the staff, she turned on her designer heel and marched toward the main house.

Blinded by sheer, vicious jealousy, they kept pummeling each other until their perfectly styled hair was a rat's nest, making them look like violent street brawlers.

Sallie felt like she was going to have an aneurysm.

Staring at the shattered remains of her prized antiques, she completely lost her mind.

"Stop! All of you, stop right now!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

"Who the hell are you?! What are you doing in my house?! Nobody is leaving until I get some answers! I am calling the cops!"

She yanked out her phone to dial 911, but a sudden whoosh of air made her flinch violently to the side.

If her reflexes had been a second slower, a flying porcelain teacup would have smashed directly into her skull.

The loud crash of the cup shattering against the wall finally brought the brawling women to a halt.

They froze, turning their collective glare toward Sallie.

"Oh, look, another one," one of the mistresses spat, wiping blood from her lip.

"And who the hell are you?"