Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 133

Linda flashed a gentle smile. “You got me wrong. Dad bumped into me and asked about lunch, and when I mentioned you’d invited me, he insisted on tagging along”

Billy marched in, pulled out a chair, and sat down with a slight frown. “Lunch at a café? What’s this about?”

Helen bit back her fury and said to Linda, “Have a seat.”

She had seriously underestimated Linda–she had actually brought Billy along.

All the tactics Helen had prepared for today were useless.

Helen’s heart was pounding with anxiety. She picked up her coffee and took a few quick sips.

“They hired a new chef–his cooking is actually pretty decent. By the way, weren’t you supposed to be out of town today, Billy?” Helen said.

“There was a last–minute meeting, so I had my secretary rebook my ticket. I’ll head out right after lunch,” Billy replied.

Helen said, “What’s so important that you need to go yourself? Why not just let Lucas handle it?”

“Don’t even bring up that useless brat. He can’t even win over a woman–how could he handle anything serious?” Billy shot back, voice full of disgust.

Helen was stunned; she hadn’t imagined Billy would drag Lucas through the mud right in front of Linda, giving him zero respect.

She was fuming, but she didn’t want Linda to see just how fractured things were between her and Billy.

Forcing herself to stay civil, Helen said, “We’ve got a guest here. No matter what, Lucas is your son–the only heir of the Westwood family.”

Helen’s words were just another jab at Linda, making it clear that Linda wasn’t legitimate.

Linda gripped her cup tightly. With a bitter laugh, she said, “Dad, Lucas sure knows how to deal with such things. Yadel Group’s been topping the hot searches for days–all thanks to his ‘smart move“,”

Just hearing that, Billy slammed his hand on the table, fuming.

They had poured money down the drain trying to get those trending topics wiped, but it was like the story was glued to the top–some snake was working behind the scenes, and they couldn’t shake it loose.

Yadel Group’s reputation was tanking fast, and Billy could barely catch a break with the shareholders breathing down his neck every day.

“What nonsense are you talking?” Helen glared at Linda. “Can you stop trying to stir up drama around here?”

Linda said, “Lucas’s domestic violence scandal was blowing up just days ago–don’t look at me, I didn’t tell

him to do that.

Ms. Evans was one of our best, but he humiliated her in public just to chase after some useless eye candy. He fired her and cost the company real top talent.”

Helen’s face grew uglier by the second. Linda was laying out the hard facts–and there was nothing Helen could say to refute her.

“Sophia’s nothing but a farm girl who got lucky. What kind of talent could she possibly be? You’re just trying to dress her up like she’s some big deal,” Helen said, refusing to give Sophia any credit.

All of this, she insisted, was just Linda exaggerating.

“You and your son are both shallow. No wonder Yadel Group keeps running into scandals,” Linda said. She wasn’t trying to protect Sophia. She just wanted to get under Helen’s skin.

Helen could barely contain her rage.

“Enough. You’ve yelled yourselves hoarse. Now, are you going to eat or not?” Billy slammed his palm on the table, and nobody dared utter a word.

Staring at Helen, he said, “I’ve told you that Sophia isn’t a simple–minded fool like Emily, but you wouldn’t listen, egging Lucas on to divorce her. Look where that got us today—you bear full responsibility.”

Helen felt her blood boil as Billy ripped into her and Lucas right in front of Linda. She was so furious that she wanted nothing more than to tear Linda to shreds.

She thought, ‘Guess I really underestimated that bitch. She’s already managed to get Billy siding with her. If I don’t put her in her place soon, she’ll be running the show and bossing me and Lucas around.

Linda took a slow sip of her coffee, catching the calculating glint in Helen’s eyes.

A smirk played at her lips. She thought, ‘Looks like Helen’s finally had enough–she’s about to come at me.‘