CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 184: MAKING A SCENE (2)

Some women need clothes to embellish their beauty.

Some women, too beautiful, make their clothes look good. Even if Sienna Johnson wore rags, she would still be beautiful.

Eric Johnson’s young wife, Amelia Smith, had just given birth and couldn’t hold a candle to Sienna. With her head lowered and the silent Miss Johnson scrutinizing her from head to toe, Amelia struggled to catch her breath.

Her feelings of inferiority simmered. Her father-in-law had been beaten and hospitalized, Eric had lost his position as General Manager, and her own husband was still infatuated with Sienna Johnson after just one meeting. All this, coupled with the loss of her figure after childbirth—her waist now thick, her belly large—fueled her burning anger.

Seeing Miss Johnson’s gaze, she couldn’t help but spit on the ground and said, "What are you looking at?! Haven’t you seen a woman before?"

After all, this was happening at the Johnson Family’s doorstep with many people watching, including journalists. She wouldn’t be as brazen as whoever had beaten Eric Johnson; still, she had to keep up appearances.

Sienna Johnson didn’t bother getting into a shouting match, merely saying indifferently, "My grandmother is unwell. If you have any issues, please talk to me."

Amelia Smith, holding her child close, angrily replied, "You’re a venomous woman with a devious heart. I won’t talk to you.

We want to see the old lady. We will wait here until she sees us.

If anyone dares touch us, I will die right at your doorstep!"

When women become ruthless, they are truly a hundred times worse than the most malevolent spirits. But Sienna Johnson didn’t get angry, merely responding calmly, "If you want to see my grandmother, then come inside. The midday sun is harsh, and the baby looks like it’s having trouble breathing."

"We’re not going inside. We want to talk to the old lady right here.

You scheming woman, don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning against us. If we enter your Johnson family home, who knows if we’ll make it out alive. I’ll wait right here." With that, Amelia Smith knelt at the Johnson family’s doorstep, clutching her child tightly. The child, already suffering from the oppressive heat and being held so close, was crying to the point of being out of breath, yet she stubbornly remained kneeling.

Sienna Johnson had initially been courteous out of concern for the child, but seeing that Amelia Smith wouldn’t yield to either soft or hard tactics, annoyance flickered within her. Her expression grew colder, and her tone became tinged with mockery, "Are you here because Eric Johnson was fired? Originally, considering we all share the surname Johnson, I intended to let you off. What more do you want?"

Eric Johnson had committed so many misdeeds. All she had done was give him a beating and kick him out of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory. That was already merciful. She never imagined they would have the audacity to cause a scene at her doorstep.

Indeed, she had been too soft-hearted.

"BAH! My father-in-law has worked like a horse for your Johnson family for all these years. Now that you’ve made your fortune, you want to discard him like a broken tool!

Sienna Johnson, you not only beat my father-in-law severely enough to put him in the hospital, but you also fired him! You wish you could just get away with it. Let me tell you, Sienna Johnson, if you don’t give us a satisfactory explanation today, my son and I will die right here at the Johnson family’s doorstep!"

"I’ll make sure everyone sees that it was you, Sienna Johnson, who drove us, mother and son, to our deaths!"

Sienna Johnson didn’t lose her temper or resort to cursing like Amelia Smith; she remained calm throughout. "I heard your family recently bought a 1.5-million-dollar mansion in North Hill..." she said slowly.

"What... what’s that got to do with you?"

Amelia Smith was stunned. Their mansion purchase had been very secretive; how did Sienna Johnson know?

"Eric Johnson’s eldest son is a good-for-nothing junior college graduate who doesn’t work and spends his days carousing with dissolute friends. Oh, and you don’t work either. In your entire family, only Eric Johnson had a job. His monthly salary was 3,000, and even with bonuses and allowances, it wouldn’t exceed 45,000 a month.

Even if Eric Johnson didn’t eat or drink, it would take him decades to afford a 1.5-million-dollar mansion. I’m rather curious, where did the money for that 1.5-million-dollar mansion come from?"

Amelia Smith stubbornly denied it, "My maternal family provided the money. Is that any of your business?"

"Your maternal family?"

Even before the incident at Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory blew up, Sienna Johnson had Lucas Robertson investigate Eric Johnson. He had committed numerous misdeeds: corruption, embezzlement, accepting bribes, and abusing his position to get his relatives into the factory. More alarmingly, Sienna Johnson discovered that Eric Johnson had dealings with certain illegal traffickers.

How could she leave such a ticking time bomb in Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory?

It had to be understood that Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory produced medicines; any mistake could be fatal.

"Amelia Smith, I recall your family being quite poor, even living in the Slum Area before. I’m very curious how your family suddenly came into such a fortune that your parents could afford to buy you a 1.5-million-dollar mansion."

"However, you’re not acting as a proper daughter should. Your maternal family supposedly bought you a 1.5-million-dollar mansion, yet they still live in the Slum Area? That’s quite unfilial of you."

"Sienna Johnson, don’t try to change the subject! We are here today to talk about you beating my father-in-law! If you don’t give me an explanation today, I’ll find my own way to get one!"

TSK TSK. This woman was surprisingly aggressive. She’d give herself an explanation? Did she mean to kill Sienna? Or take her down with her? She was dreaming!

"You’re the one who offended people, causing Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory to have problems, yet you blame everything on my father-in-law! You beat him indiscriminately, wrongly accused him, and slandered him! Does that make you feel capable? If you’re truly capable, present the evidence and arrange a direct confrontation!"

Sienna Johnson watched her wave her arms frantically as she cursed, then suddenly remarked, "If it’s as you say, then Eric Johnson himself should be here to confront me. What’s the point of two women and a child creating such a scene, threatening death?

"Even if you’re here to air grievances, your approach isn’t legitimate.

"Since you claim I’ve falsely accused your father-in-law, very well, I no longer need to be concerned about saving face for your family. We can disregard everything else he’s done and focus on the major issues.

"Your father-in-law embezzled public funds, accepted bribes, and sold the formula for an anti-cancer drug developed by our company’s research team to Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory’s competitors. Any single one of these offenses is enough to land him in prison.

"If I hadn’t considered our family ties, do you think your father-in-law would be comfortably recuperating in the hospital right now? And would you still be able to wear designer clothes and limited-edition hairpins?"