Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Nia Mitchell really couldn’t stand her like this, talking as if she were the mistress, while Anne Davidson acted like the rightful wife.

"Uncle will never like someone like you. Our life is unbelievably good."

Nia Mitchell immediately retorted.

Even if Maxwell Peary used to be with Anne Davidson, that was... an encounter with someone he shouldn’t have met.

Just like she had met Hendry Hampton in the past.

In the realm of love, who hasn’t come across a couple of scumbags?

So there’s no need to give it too much thought; Anne Davidson was just a scumbag Uncle knew in the past.

"Uncle? You actually call Maxwell uncle."

Anne Davidson was astonished; what a peculiar situation.

She didn’t expect young girls these days to have so many tricks, no wonder Maxwell Peary was with her.

Anne Davidson sat over there and happened to see the faint kiss marks under Nia Mitchell’s pajamas, instantly clenching her fists.

"Nia Mitchell, I’ll make you realize that only I exist in Maxwell’s heart. What you’re doing now is tearing our family apart. Just like Silvia Waterborne, you are the mistress!"

What the hell!

Nia Mitchell instantly lost her cool, reaching for the newspaper on the coffee table and throwing it at Anne Davidson.

"You’re the mistress, your whole family is the mistress!"

Saying that Mother-in-Law is the mistress, this damned stinking woman!

Nia Mitchell didn’t care about anything anymore; she took out the flowers on the coffee table and threw them away, then grabbed the water from the vase and splashed it over.

"Ah!"

Anne Davidson didn’t expect Nia Mitchell to start a fight without warning, not a shred of decency.

"You lunatic!"

Anne Davidson stood up abruptly, reaching out to snatch the vase from Nia Mitchell’s hands.

"Ahhhhh! You’re the mistress, you’re the mistress! Don’t think you can destroy Uncle and me!"

Nia Mitchell yelled angrily, her foot swung at Anne as she grabbed the vase.

When had Anne Davidson ever encountered such a barbaric person, she momentarily forgot to resist.

"You mistress, dare to come into my house and accuse me, dare to come in front of me and shout, I’ll beat you!"

Regardless of anything, Nia Mitchell pushed Anne Davidson away, and then there was a round of punches and kicks.

"Ah! Nia Mitchell! You lunatic!"

Even after Anne Davidson’s slow reaction, she realized she needed to fight back at this moment.

But by this time, the commotion in the living room had already drawn the servants and the butler over.

When everyone saw the two of them fighting, they quickly stepped in to separate them.

At that moment, Nia Mitchell, with her hair all tangled, really resembled a lunatic, her pajamas tugged into a rather untidy state.

Fortunately, within the villa, aside from the butler being a man, all the other servants were women, so even if Nia’s clothes were disheveled, no one saw too much.

The kiss marks below Nia Mitchell’s neck were exposed; upon seeing them, a maid immediately tidied her pajamas to cover those marks.

Maxwell always knows his boundaries, usually, unless intentional, his kiss marks don’t go too high up.

A little cover-up with clothes can entirely conceal them.

If Nia Mitchell now looked completely indecent, then Anne Davidson had thoroughly turned into a lunatic.

Nia Mitchell was the first to take action; Anne Davidson had been at a disadvantage, just about to fight back when help arrived.

Damn!

Now Anne Davidson’s hair was disheveled, her exquisite makeup smeared, even several fine scratches on her face with small blood beads appearing.