The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 894

**TITLE: She Took 894**
**Chapter 894: Bedtime For The Boss**

“Arrangements?” Marie echoed, her tone light but edged with something sharper beneath the surface.

She cast a fleeting glance at Mona, who was sitting across the room, her expression a mixture of surprise and disbelief. Marie knew Mona had already secured everything she desired—the signatures, the authority, the reins of control.

Yet, as she processed Mona’s question, the warmth that had graced her interaction with Holt just moments ago evaporated. Her features sharpened, and her voice took on a commanding firmness.

“From this point forward, you and Gary will each receive an allowance of fifty thousand a month. Forget about the family credit cards—I’m having all of them canceled.”

Gary’s body went rigid, his mind racing to comprehend the abrupt shift in Marie’s demeanor.

Mona fell silent, her thoughts swirling. Did she just turn on us? Of course she did—one moment she was promising to “make arrangements,” and the next, after achieving her goals, her entire attitude had shifted like a chameleon.

Gary’s teeth clenched in frustration. “Fifty thousand? Do you think we’re beggars?” he spat, incredulous at the idea.

Mona’s expression darkened further. Fifty thousand? What was she expected to do with that paltry sum? She was in the midst of her beauty treatments with Dr. Hamlin; her surgical results were still not satisfactory, and maintaining her appearance was an expensive endeavor. Fifty thousand wouldn’t even begin to cover the costs—what kind of cruel joke was this?

“So this is what you call ‘arranging things nicely’?” Mona retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Marie crossed her arms defensively. “The economy is tough these days. I think that’s a rather generous arrangement,” she replied, her confidence only intensifying the simmering tension in the room.

Gary and Mona exchanged glances, both looking as if they might explode from the sheer rage bubbling inside them.

Marie turned her focus back to Gary, her eyes narrowing. “You referred to it as ‘throwing scraps to beggars’? Then go find me a beggar. Show me one who gets fifty thousand tossed their way. If such a lucky soul exists, I’ll gladly join them!”

Gary’s face flushed crimson with anger. “You’re twisting my words!” he shot back, his voice rising.

Marie flashed a mischievous grin. “Then why not give it a try tomorrow? Play the beggar for a day. If someone hands you fifty thousand—no, make it ten thousand—I’ll double your allowance to a hundred grand. Deal?”

Derrick shot her a sidelong glance, bemused by her audacity. That mouth of hers…

Gary’s face shifted from red to pale as he struggled to contain his outrage. “Who the hell do you think you’re humiliating?”

“You and your mother,” Marie replied coolly, her tone unyielding.

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a suffocating fog.

Even Holt seemed taken aback, left speechless. Did she really not believe in at least pretending for a moment?

Mona’s patience finally snapped, her voice rising in desperation. “Holt!”

The ink on the signatures was barely dry, and already she was turning against them?

Holt’s expression darkened, the tension in the room palpable.

“Don’t call him,” Marie interjected sharply. “It’s pointless. This house is under my management now.”

The documents were signed; there was no taking that back.

Mona clutched her chest, trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief.

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