My Sister-in-law wants to Kill Me and Inherit My Estate

My bad feeling soon turned out to be true.

My parents died early, leaving me with a factory on the verge of bankruptcy.

I saved the toy factory on my own.

I even tripled the size of the original factory.

It was now 8,000 square meters.

I wouldn't say I was rich, but I had enough money to spend.

That was why I didn't start looking for a partner until I was 30.

At this age, it was difficult to find someone who wasn't after my money.

Frank was one of the few ones.

He was honest, responsible, and cared about his family. He was my ideal husband.

I didn't spend money recklessly. On the contrary, I was very thrifty.

However, as a businesswoman, I needed some good things so that I would look good when I was out.

Therefore, I bought quite a few luxury clothes, bags, and precious jewelry.

On this day, I had to attend a dinner party, but I couldn't find my specially tailored Armani suit jacket.

I rummaged through my room for a long time, but I couldn't find the suit jacket that had been hanging in my closet.

I asked Frank, and he said he never touched it and didn't know.

It was about time for the dinner. I had to settle and change into another outfit.

But when I returned home after the late-night dinner, I saw my Armani suit on Halle on the sofa!

She was happily sitting with Frank, watching TV and chatting, looking very pleased!

I was instantly furious and rushed over to question her.

"Halle! Why are you wearing my clothes?"

The two were having a good time chatting and were startled by me.

"Rosa, what's this about?"

I couldn't be bothered to waste my time on her and directly started taking off the jacket.

"Rosa! Stop! What are you doing?"

Halle kept shrinking into Frank's arms.

"Rosa! Rosa!"

Frank grabbed my hand and asked anxiously.

"What are you doing?"

He was more powerful than me, and I had to let go of Halle.

"Why are you wearing my jacket?"

Tears began to well up in Halle's eyes.

"Rosa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I thought it looked good, so I wanted to try it on."

"What's wrong with you?"

I was pissed off by her.

"Don't you need to ask for my permission if you want to wear my clothes?

"Taking without asking is stealing! Do you know that? I can call the police!"

Her tears flowed down all of a sudden, and she was so flustered.

It made Frank feel heartbroken.

"Rosa! It's just a jacket.

"You have so many clothes, Why can't Halle try one on?"

Frank's words were like adding fuel to the fire, and I was even more furious.

He looked OK in the past. How come he was such a fool right now?

"Just because I have a lot of clothes, others can wear them whenever they want?

"The problem is that she took it without asking me! This is stealing!"

Frank frowned in disagreement.

"Rosa, we're family. Why can't we share things?

"Does it count as stealing if I use your money?"

I didn't know Frank could be so eloquent.

He was so good at quibbling!

"I'm not in the mood to argue with you. Let me tell you this. You are not allowed to wear my clothes!"

I looked at Halle, who looked like a frightened deer, and said word by word.

"I'm sorry, Rosa, I'll give it back..."

She took off the jacket while crying as if she had suffered a great humiliation.

"Don't fight with Frank because of me..."