Chapter 882 Retaliation By The Divorced Heiress

• A tap on the door was followed by Bethany's sly voice on the opposite side. "Dad, are you there?" "Enter now." With a tray in hand, Bethany stepped through the open door. "I apologize for bothering you today, Dad. Bring your favorite snacks and fruits. Please don't be angry with me. As usual, Bethany set the fruit plate on the table and leaned in to hug Gregory and get his attention. When she shows a need for Gregory's favor, it would be difficult for him to remain angry.
• To her dismay, Gregory raised his arm to stop her. “I hope this is the last time you behave in a manner unbecoming of your status. “ You are part of the Salvador family, and that doesn’t give you the right to boss others around simply because you have money. Your manners determine who you are. If not, you are identical to a classless jerk. Bethany chuckled dryly, her arms dangling awkwardly in midair. "Yes, Father. I will never do that again. Gregory did not touch the meal she brought him, nor did he say anything. "The horse race is coming up in a few days, Dad.
• You had one manufactured for you in the same design as you said you looked nice in that riding gear previously. The clothing has been sent by the designer. Why don't you come downstairs and have a look? The Chunger TOET Bethany tried to appease Gregory, who was still furious. Gregory stated coldly, "Bethany, you should not participate in the horse race." "What?" Bethany stomped her foot. "What's stopping you from taking me? You always take me to the yearly horse race.” “It's not happening this year.” "Why?"