After cursing her out, Anna Morgan still didn't feel satisfied. She lowered her head, saw the teacup Eldest Master Monroe had drunk from on the table, picked it up and splashed it straight into Ivy Preston's face.
There was ice in the drink, and when it hit Ivy's face, it was so cold she screamed nonstop.
"Anna, you've gone too far, I'm at least your…"
"Your what!"
Anna asked coldly, "My stepmother?"
"Miles Morgan hasn't even divorced my mom yet, and you're flaunting your big pregnant belly in my house—don't you have any shame!"
When it came to Ivy, Anna was so furious she just wanted to rush over and tear that face to shreds.
Seducing Miles wasn't enough; now she was here flirting with her brother!
Miles was whatever, such scum, not having him was no loss.
"Since you're already with my dad, what the hell are you doing holding my brother's hand!"
"Relying on the fact that he used to like you, trying to ride two boats at once?"
