The lover made my son sit in the trunk; I punished everyone.

He paused, and relayed the scumbag's words with difficulty: "He also said that you, as a housewife, can't even take care of your child and made the child sick. As a punishment, he will not provide any help."

At that moment, I couldn't even feel the pain in my heart, only numbness and coldness remained.

Adam saw that I was in a state of dismay, and quickly added, "But don't worry, Miss! The master has already used his connections to take over the business and finances of the Shaw Family! Our people will be here soon!"

Scarlett was confused and thought we were bluffing. She took out her cell phone with disdain, ready to call someone to "humiliate" us.

"Hello, is this the New Noble Mall? Send that million-dollar Hermès I ordered yesterday to Shaw Manor now."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then the customer service's polite but cold voice came: "Sorry, Mrs. Shaw. I just received a notice from the bank that all the bank cards and credit lines in your name have been frozen."

"Freeze? Impossible! Do you know who I am?!" Scarlett screamed hysterically into the phone.

She hung up the phone abruptly and immediately dialed Vincent's number. She started crying as soon as she spoke: "Vincent! Come back soon! This crazy woman brought people to the manor to cause trouble. She...she also scratched me!"

Vincent on the other end of the line said soothingly, "Be good, don't cry. I've already returned on a private plane and will be here in an hour at most. Give her the phone number."

Scarlett looked at me mockingly and turned on the speakerphone.

“Elena! Before I come back, clean up this farce and don’t let me see any unpleasant people or things.”

His voice came through the receiver, coldly: "Otherwise, it won't be as simple as a divorce."

After hanging up the phone, Scarlett instantly regained her confidence.

At this moment, a black Rolls-Royce slowly stopped at the gate of the manor, and a blond and blue-eyed French man got out of the car. He was the president of Hermès Asia Pacific, carrying a huge orange box.

Scarlett's face lit up with joy.

The president smiled and said, "Madam, Mr. Shaw has reserved a credit line of 10 million with us. He just called us personally and asked us to withdraw the line immediately for your spending." He emphasized the word "Madam" very much and looked at me with a look full of sarcasm.

Scarlett took the black card and raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth: "Mr. President, I heard that you hate fakes the most, right?" She turned her eyes to me and pointed at my coat, "Then take a look at the clothes this woman is wearing, is it fake?"

My coat was made by Savile Row Atelier, a top domestic clothing brand. It was tailored for me by a craftsman in his seventies. It is the only one of its kind in the world. This season's new Hermès product was specially authorized by the old man to be copied.

The president glanced at her viciously, with a look of annoyance on his face: "This... nanny, please respect yourself and destroy it yourself."

Adam, who had been following my orders to stay close to Leo, couldn't help but stand up now. He stared at the president with cold eyes and issued a stern warning: "If you want to die, just touch him and try."

But Scarlett seemed to have received an imperial decree. Before I could react, she took a step forward. With a crisp sound of "swish", the priceless handmade coat was torn in half like a cheap piece of paper and thrown to the ground!

Just then, Jax, who had been hiding nearby, suddenly jumped out.