The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love novel Chapter 2177

She was a knockout, a real head-turner. Paul had never seen a woman so stunning in all his life, not in the flesh at least. The sight of Rosalynn had him all flustered and off-kilter for a moment.

Then, with a slight parting of her red lips, she spoke, "Brisa didn't leave you any extras because you lot are as mean as a snake."

"What are you saying! Stop slandering us!" Helena cried out, her face the picture of distress and injustice.

Rosalynn stood tall. Arms folded, she looked down at them with cool disdain. "Your son's been running a betting scam instead of a clean business, luring in those plain-Jane types with a little cash. Getting them to take out loans to feed his gambling habit. Because of him, a 19-year-old girl jumped from a building. Now she's paralyzed from the waist down, lying in a hospital bed."b2

"I didn't force them! They dug their own graves. What's that got to do with me?" Paul's words hung in the air.

Felix's hand met his face with a smack.

"Did Ms. Jared give you permission to speak? Pipe up again, and I'll cut out your tongue, see how you wail then!"

Rosalynn didn't intervene, her expression unchanging.

Her gaze slowly shifted to Malcom. "Your husband's 'barbershop' does more than just cut hair. In thirty years, how many women have you forced into the night, ruining their lives with sickness and despair?"

Malcom trembled, looking over to his son who was holding his pale, stricken face, too scared to utter a word.

But Felix's hand flew again. This slap was harder, knocking a tooth from Malcom's mouth to the floor.

"Ms. Jared's talking to you. Cat got your tongue?"

Malcom broke down, covering his face and weeping. "I didn't know, I swear I didn't know!"

Rosalynn cast him a look of contempt before turning her gaze to the paralyzed sister-in-law. "And you, you're their mastermind."

The schemes to trick decent girls into a life of shame, the plans to dispose of those who fell ill, teaching your son to swindle women out of their money, figuring out which ones were the easiest marks—all her handiwork.