Chapter 933 Only One Word for Her: Temptress

• “Shut it.” The old lady’s disgust was obvious. She toyed with the jade bangle on her wrist, eyes ice-cold. “I’m talking to Boyan. Who asked you to butt in? A foster daughter is still a foster daughter—no manners at all. All these years under Secretary William’s roof went to waste on you.”
• “Grandma, don’t be mad,” He Boyan soothed. “Nicole just felt wronged. She meant well.”
• The old lady glanced at the herbal medicine on the coffee table, then at the small swell of Nicole Lambert’s belly, and let out a cold snort. “Boyan, I love you, but I’m not senile. You think I don’t know why she picked today to show up? Your parents are coming home today. She figures if they agree, she can marry into our family. You’re too naive—she’s got you dancing in the palm of her hand and you still don’t get it.”