Chapter 30

If Paula and Shirley weren't the same person, she wouldn't have rushed over as soon as she found out Shirley's address.

She was jealous that Shirley could live such a life and be involved with Brandon, so the best way to get back at her was to do the same thing as Shirley.

Before I went upstairs, I saw Paula subtly moving closer to Brandon.

The two were in a very ambiguous distance, ready to stick together at any moment.

I returned to my room but didn't close the door tightly, just to wait and confirm the commotion downstairs.

Until I heard rustling sounds coming from downstairs.

I quietly pushed open the door and stood on the second floor looking down.

I saw the two of them already hugging each other at some point, moving excitedly.

Paula was dressed very youthfully tonight, but her actions were all about seducing Brandon, as if she was afraid of failing.

Even the clothes Paula wore were the kind that were both pure and sexy, and during dinner, Brandon's eyes were fixed on Paula.

The two quickly entangled with each other.

If Shirley weren't sleeping in her room right now, she would definitely make a big scene if she saw this.

I watched coldly from upstairs as they entangled and kissed passionately, feeling full of irony.

Brandon really doesn't know how to be picky, which shows that he is inherently lowly. No matter how much money he took from our family, he can't change this flaw.

I felt nothing but disgust watching the two of them, and turned back to my room.

The next morning, I deliberately got up a little late to give them time to clean up the scene downstairs.

When I got up, Brandon was sitting on the sofa with a satisfied look on his face, while Paula next to him had a very coquettish expression. Anyone could see what had happened between the two of them.

Sure enough, when Shirley came downstairs and her gaze fell on the two of them, she looked as if she had been struck by lightning.

At this moment, I couldn't help but marvel at the power of genetics.

Paula and Shirley had the exact same expression after a night with Brandon, no wonder Shirley could see it so easily.

She looked at the two of them in disbelief, but didn't dare to let me notice, even her anger was cautious.

I inexplicably felt a bit sorry for Shirley, seducing Brandon, such a cold-blooded bastard, of all people.

She sat across from them, staring intently at the two, as if trying to confirm something.

And Paula obviously noticed her gaze too, gently pulling open her collar to reveal the love marks, her expression clearly showing off.

As Brandon's bed partner, she of course knew Brandon's habits and confirmed that Paula had indeed slept with Brandon last night.

This was a silent confrontation, but I saw it all.

Paula's eyes were full of provocation, while Shirley looked hurt as she glanced at Brandon, then glared fiercely at Paula before getting up.

Who knew she was so flustered that she accidentally knocked an ashtray off the table, shattering it on the floor.

Brandon, who had barely slept after a night of sex, was resting on the sofa and looked up in annoyance at the sound.

"How can you be so careless?"

Shirley shook her head, looking a bit sad as she went into the kitchen.

It seemed Paula won the first round of this battle.

If Shirley weren't equally damned, I might have felt a bit sorry for her, being seduced by Paula and losing Brandon, how unfortunate.

But how was this any different from when I first met her? When Shirley first came, didn't I treat her like a sister?

I sneered, feeling she deserved it.

"Brandon, I heard some noise downstairs last night, do you know what it was?"

I looked at the two of them flirting with their eyes and asked deliberately.

Sure enough, Brandon's eyes flickered with panic, and he cleared his throat, "I didn't hear anything, you must have misheard."

Paula chimed in, "I didn't hear anything either, Mrs. Jordan, you must have misheard."

I smiled, "Really? Last night I heard noises downstairs that sounded just like the mating sounds of our neighbor's dogs when we were kids, it was disgusting."

"We don't have a dog, so I must have misheard."

Hearing this, Brandon and Paula's faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and no one said a word.

I pretended not to notice their expressions and continued, "It's really strange, how could there be dog sounds in our house?"

"Alright, breakfast is ready, let's eat."

Brandon couldn't listen any longer, and when Shirley brought out breakfast, he was the first to go over.

Paula also sat down with a displeased expression.

At the table, Shirley kept glaring at Paula, as if trying to see through her.

To be fair, Paula's mental fortitude was impressive, she remained unfazed, calmly eating breakfast as if Shirley's actions had no effect on her.

After breakfast, Brandon went to the study, and Shirley called Paula to her room.

Of course, I wouldn't miss this show and followed.

I heard Shirley questioning Paula, "Tell me, did you do something with Brandon last night?"

"Yes, we slept together, so what?"

Paula's voice was very calm, while Shirley couldn't control herself anymore and slapped Paula hard.

"You shameless bitch!"

Of course, Paula wasn't one to be trifled with, and she slapped Shirley back just as hard.

"Do you think you're any better? Don't forget, we're the same, both mistresses seducing Brandon. What right do you have to judge me?"

"Besides, you're not young and attractive to Brandon anymore, so why can't someone younger like me replace you?"

"You're lying!"

Shirley shouted at Paula, "Brandon and I have already discussed getting married, once Caroline dies, we'll get married. He's just playing with you."

Paula sneered, "I'll say the same to you, Brandon told me he promised to marry you just because you helped him with something."

"Do you think you're important? Anything you can do, I can do too. Mrs. Jordan could be my position, I'm younger and prettier than you."

The two were about to fight when I called out, "Shirley, what are you doing?"

The noise in the room suddenly quieted, and after a while, Shirley and Paula came out, both with a red handprint on their faces.

"What were you doing in there? Slapping each other?"

My tone was suggestive.

Shirley and Paula exchanged a glance, and Paula spoke first, "There was a mosquito in there, and we were helping each other swat it, but we used too much force."

"You two really are in sync."

I didn't say anything else, these two couldn't fight yet, I needed them to save their strength to cause trouble for Brandon until he couldn't stand it anymore, that was my ultimate goal.