Invincible Heir

The people who'd been doubting Tracy all fell silent!

If Amber hadn't really owed Tracy money, why would Tracy go so far as to sic a lawyer on her?

Baron was thoroughly puzzled. The way Tracy was doing things today was completely out of his expectations.

In reality, when Terry had said everything he'd said at the Zouch household yesterday, Tracy had gone ahead and prepared the related evidence and contacted Morningstar immediately to sue Amber when they needed to.

Tracy had chosen to let things go earlier, but Amber hadn't known better and insulted her in public. Enraged, she'd decided to go ahead with it.

"Everyone heard the insults you spewed at me earlier, Amber. Go ahead and wait for a lawyer from my end too! Libel is a crime as well!"

Yuri stood up, voice cold.

Although she'd been insulted, she was feeling pretty great right now.

"Tracy, Yuri, I was just joking around, why are you being so serious?"

Amber switched her bearing immediately, trying to laugh it off. "Relax. It's normal to pay back your dues. When Wilkes' wedding is over, I'll find some way to pay you back the money with interest." She knew that if it went to court, she had no chance at all.

Like Tracy had said, when she'd borrowed the money, she'd written a promissory note, and the two hundred thousand that Sherry had transferred to her was on record as well.

It was embarrassing, but she had to admit it now.

"So Amber really owed that girl money!"

"What a bitch, borrowing money and trying to weasel out of it until they try to sue her."

"It's a tragedy having relatives like this. That girl lent her money out of the goodness of her heart, and she's not just squirreling out of it but insulting her to boot."

In a moment, Amber was the center of a hail of criticism. Even outsiders couldn't put up with her anymore.

Amber flushed with humiliation, but since Tracy's lawyer had shown up with a letter, she didn't dare put on any more airs.

She didn't linger in the hall either, hurriedly leaving.

In the crowd, a young figure glared at Tracy, eyes full of hate.

Seemingly sensing her hatred, Baron gazed towards the figure, who panicked and looked away.

Baron narrowed his eyes at her, muttering to himself, "You'd better get it together, Marry. Otherwise, I won't mind having you vanish from this world!"

Seeing the scene just then, Peter wised up as well. Seeing Tracy look at him, he pleaded quietly, "We'll have a sit-down when Wilkes' wedding is over, Tracy. Then we can discuss how much your mother put in when we built the mansion."

Afraid that Tracy was going to thoroughly embarrass him with another lawyer's letter, Peter lowered his voice to as low as it went.

"Fine!"

Tracy replied expressionlessly.

Seeing Peter slink away, Yuri snickered. "You are a badass today, sis!"

There was a hint of sorrow in Tracy's eyes as she sighed, "If they didn't go so far, I wouldn't have responded in kind.”

"Don't stress yourself, sis."

Yuri took her hand, beaming, "Relatives aren't necessarily family, you know? There's nothing between them and us, so why beat yourself up over losing them?"

Hearing that, Tracy felt her chest loosen, and her guilt disappeared.

At that moment, a black Bentley stopped at the carpark of the ranch.

A middle-aged man stepped out of the car.

"You're here, honey!"

Amber, who'd just left the banquet hall, saw her husband Ryan appear, and grew overjoyed,

Ryan looked at her coldly. "If my dad hadn't said that a bigshot was here, I wouldn't have come at all!"

“Bigshot?”

Amber said, shocked. "What bigshot could be here?"

"Hmph!"

Ryan snorted. "You stupid bitch, what do you know about bigshots?"

With that, he ignored Amber entirely and strode towards the banquet hall.

"Congratulations, Mom, Dad, Wilkes is finally getting married. He'll birth you a strong strapping lad, and you'll have the fourth generation of the Zouch family."

Ryan came in front of Amanda and Richard, smiling.

His relationship with Amber had long since shattered, but they were still husband and wife in name. Besides, Karl had warned him that there was someone important coming to the Zouch wedding, and that he absolutely had to attend today.

He didn't know who it was, but if they were coming to the Zouch wedding, he had to stay respectful.

"You're here, Ryan!"

Peter came over, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Congratulations, big bro! Here's a two-hundred-gram gold bar as my wedding gift."

Ryan chortled with frank laughter, passing Peter a gold bar packaged in a delicate little box.

Ryan's rare enthusiasm came as a merry surprise to Peter. Usually, his brother-in-law never called him family.

But he never talked to him about it. After all, Ryan was the only son of the chairman of the Harmony Group. The company was going to pass to him in the future.

"Come on, Ryan, we're all family, so no need for gifts. Have a seat!"

Peter took the gold bar happily and invited Ryan to Richard's table.

"What's wrong, Marry?"

Ryan took his seat and immediately noticed that there was something wrong with Marry. It looked like she was sick.

He might have been struggling over divorce matters with Amber, but Marry was his flesh and blood daughter, so he was still very concerned about her.

"Huh?"

Marry suddenly panicked a little, shaking her head. "It's nothing!"

"What do you mean it's nothing, silly girl? Your mother just got insulted in public by some girl. You're thinking about that, right?"

Peter's wife May huffed.

Hearing that, Ryan's expression darkened.

"What happened?"

Ryan said coldly, his gaze hostile.

"Sherry's daughter got a lawyer and sued Amber in public, accusing her of defaulting on a debt. You didn't see it, but that girl was quite something. A bunch of people are saying that your family are slime who don't pay your debts!"

May provoked, trying to light a fuse.

To her, Tracy was deliberately messing up her son's funeral.

Seeing Tracy's authoritarian bearing and the way she was bartering with their own mansion, she'd been plenty angry about it, but didn't dare make enemies of her.

So she was going to borrow Ryan's authority to deal with Tracy.

As expected, Ryan flew into a rage and slammed the table, standing bolt upright. "Where's your daughter, Sherry? Get her over here to apologize!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐