The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 891

Chapter 891 Marie Calls The Shots Now

If Derrick were to marry now and she lost control over the family finances, people would start whispering The wealthy women in their circle would mock her mercilessly.

“I want security I need assurance,” Marie said firmly.

Mona snapped, “You-”

“Dad, you say something!” Marie cut her off

In an instant, Holt became the man caught in the middle. Both sides were clinging to him for face- everyone cared about saving face… except him, apparently. The thought made Holt furious.

Marie’s stance was especially firm. When she saw Holt hesitate, she said coldly, “Derrick, let’s go. Your father’s not your father anymore; the Tom family isn’t your family either.”

“Once we walk out that door, that’s exactly what we’ll announce.”

Holt went silent, his face growing darker.

“Wait!”

Just as Marie pulled Derrick up to leave, Holt gritted his teeth.

“Hold on!” Mona said sharply, panic flashing across her face.

Damn it, he’s not actually going to let Marie and Derrick move back in, is he? And let her run the family?

If that happened, everyone on her side would have to live under Marie’s thumb. The thought made Mona furious as she glared at Holt.

Holt’s headache was pounding. There was absolutely no way he’d allow Derrick to marry into the Dawson family.

Rubbing his temples, he said to Mona with a weary sigh, “Give her what she asked for.”

Mona fell silent.

Marie crossed her arms and glanced at Derrick before turning to Holt. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Derrick stayed quiet. Oh, come on… this is getting out of hand. It had already been awkward enough when she called him “Dad” earlier; now she was saying “Daddy“? That hit differently.

Mona and Gary nearly fainted from anger at Marie’s shamelessness.

Gary scoffed, “He sure came at a high price.”

It made his stomach hurt just thinking about it. And wasn’t he right?

A few sweet “Dads,” and she’d basically pocketed everything the Tom family owned.

Marie rolled her eyes. “If you’re that jealous, you can always try calling him ‘Dad‘ a few more times yourself.

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Chapter et Marie Calls The Shots Nove

Though after all these years, I doubt he would ever sound worth a dine

Cary went quiet. Damn it!

This wontoy must’ve been raised on razor blades–every word out of her mouth cut straight to the heart.

He shot Marie a furious glare, then another at Derrick. But in the end, there was nothing he could do.

Marie turned back to Holt. “I’d like to take over tonight”

“You, wait, what?” Holt stammered.

“Dad.” she said sweetly, “let’s be honest, a stepmother’s pillow talk is the most dangerous thing there is. I just want to act before things drag on too long.”

The way she dropped the word stepmother so casually made Mona see red.

“You want me to hand everything over to you right now, in the middle of the night?” Mona demanded.

Marie nodded. “That’s right.”

“Holt!” Mona’s voice trembled with rage.

Now she understood–this brat had come back just to make her miserable. To be blunt, she was here to target her.

Holt’s headache only worsened. After Marie’s two previous visits, he’d learned one thing–if you didn’t give her what she wanted, you weren’t leaving the room anytime soon.

“Give it to her!” Holt snapped.

He was done arguing, just wanted to get it over with. There was no winning against Marie anyway–she was from the Dawson family.

If it were anyone else, he wouldn’t have bothered. But the Dawsons were different; they couldn’t afford to offend them.

Mona had been planning to stall, to coax Holt later in bed and change his mind. There was no way she’d hand over the family authority to Marie. But she hadn’t expected this girl to push so hard, so fast.

“There’s no rush,” Mona said, forcing calm. “I’ll tidy things up and hand them to her tomorrow.”

Seeing that Holt wasn’t defending her at all, Mona grew even angrier. It was her final attempt to resist.

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