The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 892

**TITLE: She Took 892**
**Chapter 892: Who Needs Sleep When You’re Rich**

The instant Kelly’s name was mentioned, a shadow of guilt flickered in Mona’s eyes, betraying her inner turmoil. She felt the weight of her conscience pressing down on her, as if the very mention of Kelly conjured a storm of conflicting emotions within her.

“But there are so many records and accounts to sift through,” she stammered, her voice laced with anxiety. “I really need some time to organize everything before I can hand over any money.”

Marie, however, was unimpressed. “No need for records—just give me the money,” she replied, her tone flat and devoid of any empathy.

Mona’s heart sank. She felt trapped, cornered with no viable escape. Under the relentless pressure of Marie’s unwavering gaze, she reluctantly surrendered all the family funds, each bill feeling like a betrayal to everything she held dear.

But Marie was cunning—too cunning for her own good.

She didn’t stop at the family funds; her next target was Mona and Gary’s private stash, a place where they had tucked away their hard-earned savings and dreams.

That was crossing a line.

Mona’s blood boiled with a mix of rage and helplessness. Holt, who had been worn down by the incessant bickering, finally relented, ordering that a portion of the money be given to Marie as well.

Yet, that paltry sum was hardly enough to satisfy her insatiable hunger for control.

Finally, Marie declared, “From now on, I’ll be managing every credit card under the Tom family’s name.”

“What gives you the right?” Gary exploded, his voice a mix of disbelief and fury as he shot to his feet, his frustration bubbling over.

“Simple,” Marie replied, unflustered by his outburst. “My husband runs the company.”

Sure, the Tom family’s business was a shadow of its former self; her brother had already drained it dry, leaving behind a mere shell of what once was.

But still—it was profitable enough to keep Marie firmly in her position of power.

“Don’t push it too far!” Gary barked, his voice cracking with barely contained anger.

She had crossed a line this time, and he could no longer contain his frustration.

Marie met his glare with an unnerving calmness. “Why not? I’m carrying Dad’s grandchild. If you’ve got what it takes, go get yourself pregnant too.”

Gary froze, his mind racing. This woman…

Just because she was pregnant, she thought she could seize control of the entire Tom family? Drain them of their resources and consume everything whole?

“Oh, please,” Gary snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. “You act like you’re the only one who can get pregnant. I could find a woman tomorrow and have a kid myself. What’s the big deal? It only takes one night!”

His fury was so intense that he was spewing nonsense, words tumbling out in a chaotic rush.

“Watch your mouth!” Mona scolded, her voice trembling with outrage.

“You stupid brat, shut up!” Holt thundered, his patience wearing thin.

As if having a child was something you could just do with anyone. Choose the wrong woman, and it would turn into a nightmare.

Like now—with Derrick’s wife, Marie.

Yes, she hailed from the Dawson family, but Holt was beginning to believe his son had brought home a curse.

Marie pressed on, unfazed by their outrage. “Since Dad doesn’t object, let’s call the bank now. From this point on, I’ll be the one managing all the credit cards.”

“If the bank has any issues, they can contact me directly.”

“The bank’s closed!” Mona snapped, her teeth clenched in frustration.

There it was again—she wielded that unborn child like a weapon. The baby wasn’t even born yet, and she already knew how to manipulate it for leverage.

Finally, after enduring Marie’s incessant “Dad” one too many times, Holt relented. He picked up the phone and called the bank, confirming all the changes to the accounts and cards.

Mona and Gary were so furious they nearly flipped the table in their rage. But in front of Holt, neither dared to act out.

It had to be said—every “Dad” that slipped from Marie’s lips was worth a fortune.

Each utterance sent their blood pressure skyrocketing; they were mere seconds away from a collective heart attack.

When Holt finally hung up, his expression was dark as a storm cloud. “Now are you satisfied?”

“Wait.”

As soon as he started to rise, Marie stopped him with that single word.

Instantly, Mona and Gary tensed, their bodies coiling with anxiety.

Even Holt’s shoulders stiffened, sensing the tension in the air.

It was clear—after hearing Marie call him “Dad” all night, he was starting to develop a mild trauma response.

That voice was like a curse; whoever wanted to hear it could have it—none of them did.

Gary gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin. “What now?”

Marie pulled a thick stack of papers from her bag, a triumphant smile gracing her lips. “Dad might have called the bank, but—”