Remarry Me Darling, Please novel Chapter 9

When the workers finished rummaging through everything, the formerly glorious mansion was in a dilapidated state. Even the rosewood doors had been removed by them.

An old housekeeper dragged a box, limping into the house. There were a few pieces of clothing and expensive jewelry inside the box. “Ms. Rachford, I kept some of your favorites in this box when I saw them coming.”

Genevieve glanced at the housekeeper's leg and knew it was done by those workers.

Her eyes reddened as she said, “Maria...”

Maria was the housekeeper that her mother had brought over and also the person who had accompanied her since she was young.

As Maria was afraid that those people would return, she asked Genevieve to drive them to her place. There were two bedrooms and one living room. She left the cleaner room for Genevieve.

“When I started working for your mother, she made the down payment of this house for me. Unfortunately...”

Hearing that, Genevieve smiled bitterly.

Even a housekeeper knew how to repay one's kindness. Despite all of Genevieve's help and support, Erica decided to turn her back on her!

Genevieve arranged her parents' memorial plaques properly.

Besides the jewelry pieces her mother left her, she handed over the rest of the jewelry in the jewelry box to Maria. “Maria, I'll put my parents' memorial plaques at your place for now. I still have some unsettled matters.”

Maria replied, “I heard Old Mrs. Rachford is sick. Why don't I go to the hospital to take care of her?”

“Grandma has nurses to look after her. You should stay home and rest, since your leg is not in good shape.” After bidding farewell to Maria, Genevieve drove to the hospital.

She was lost in her thoughts while driving.

I've nothing now. How do I even take revenge? How do I regain the ownership of Specter Corporation?

Suddenly, the image of a man's cold face appeared in her mind.

She shook her head to dismiss the thought from her mind. She decided to visit her grandmother first before coming up with other ideas.

At that moment, a Bentley drove past her.

The backseat window was partially rolled down, and she caught a glimpse of the person in the car from her peripheral vision.

It was Cooper!

She stomped the gas pedal to catch up to the Bentley in front. When she recalled how cruel Cooper was and how her parents' memorial plaques were smashed to the ground, her eyes flared with rage and hatred.