Melanie Taylor had never seen anything as shameless as the woman in front of her.
'Linda James, look at where you're living—Number One Pacific Heights. Your family never would've gotten the chance to stay in such a luxurious house even if you were to work for ten entire lifetimes. It's only because of Finn Taylor that you're living there. Forget about the divorce, but how could you kick him to the curb and backstab him now?' Melanie Taylor couldn't help but criticize the other woman inwardly, but that had nothing to do with her.
They were a family. The more viciously they fought, the happier she would be.
"Alright, contact me once you have news. I'll definitely reward you with a satisfactory sum."
Linda James bowed repeatedly, thanking the younger lady profusely.
"Linda James, I heard that your daughter is the prettiest woman in all of San Francisco."
