Horace furrowed his brows sharply and said to Ida, "You need to let go of this


    idea. I''ve always just seen you as a sister."


    "You love Brittany, don''t you?"


    Horace nodded firmly. "Yes, I love her."


    Ida took a few steps back, her voice heavy with bitterness. "Don''t me Jessica


    for this. I begged her to drug you. I wanted to secure a chance for myself, even if


    it meant throwing myself into the fire. If you want to punish someone, punish me."


    Wendy smirked.


    Ida truly lived up to her reputation as the previous winner in the love triangle


    between her, Horace, and Brittany. By saying that, she had helped Jessica


    because she knew Horace wouldn''t punish her.


    Horace looked at Ida with a tired expression. "Forget it. Just go. Move out of


    here."


    Ida''s disappointment was palpable. "Okay. I''m leaving."


    Without another word, she turned and walked away.


    Jessica called after her, "No, don''t go! Dad, are you really going to be this cold to


    Ms. Olsen?"


    Horace''s voice turned cold and sharp. "You''d better behave. Brittany''s your


    mother. Have you imagined how devastated she''d be if she found out you


    drugged me?"


    Jessica looked frightened. "I-"


    "Enough! I don''t want to hear another word from you. Go to your room and think


    about what you''ve done!"


    Jessica shot Wendy a re, then reluctantly went upstairs to her room.


    Wendy smiled with satisfaction. Both Jessica and Ida had lost this round.


    As Ida walked out of the Larson family''s estate, a luxury car pulled up, and


    Brittany stepped out.


    Ida studied Brittany, she wore a silk gown that hugged her figure perfectly, her


    curves beautifully defined. She looked radiant-clearly a woman who had been


    well cared for by a man.


    As Brittany got out of the car, she immediately spotted Ida. Truthfully, she had


    With a mocking smile, Brittany called out, "Why are you out here? thought you''d


    be inside, crying, yelling, or even threatening to hurt yourself."


    Ida was speechless. She had already done all three, but Wendy had ruined her


    performance.


    She cursed inwardly, thinking the mother and daughter were equally annoying.


    Ida fought back with a bitter question. "Was Horace with youst night?"


    Brittany''s lips curved into a victorious smirk. "Yes, we stayed up all night."


    She stepped forward, sneering. "You''re terrible at this. You climbed into his bed,


    but you couldn''t keep him. He still came to me!


    Ida clenched her fists. "Do you really think you''ve won?"


    Brittanyughed lightly. "Well, our war isn''t over yet, but you lost the battlest


    night. Thanks for the aphrodisiac powder, by the way. Horace and I had a


    wonderful time! Oh, and he told me that he hasn''t had any other woman by his


    side all these years and only wants me."


    Ida bit her nails so hard that it drew blood, but she didn''t feel the pain. The truth


    was, the one she had really lost to wasn''t Brittany-it was Horace.


    She had lost to him, to his love for Brittany.


    She couldn''t understand what Brittany had that she didn''t.


    Brittany stood tall and proud. "Horace and I are legally married. You''re trying to


    steal a married man, and you''re destined to lose.


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    Ida stepped up close, a cold smile ying on her lips. "This isn''t over. We''ll see


    who wins and who loses in the end."


    Ida then walked away.


    Brittany watched her go, then turned and stepped back into the mansion.


    Jessica caught sight of Brittany and immediately forced a smile that looked even


    more painful than crying. "Mom, you''re here."


    Horace was deeply disappointed in Jessica, but he didn''t want to hurt Brittany''s


    feelings, so he kept silent about Jessica drugging him with the aphrodisiac


    powder.


    Wendy, of course, tad no intention of stirring things up with Brittany either. After


    all, Brittany''s health was too fragile for any more emotional stress.


    "Hello, Ms. Brewer," she said gently.


    Brittany looked at Horace with curiosity. "I just saw Ida earlier. Why did she


    leave?"


    Wendy smiled faintly. "Mr. Larson asked her to leave."


    Brittany blinked, disbelief written all over her face. "Really? You kicked Ida out?


    That''s impossible! You''ve always let her stay here. You''d rather kick me out than


    send her away!"


    Brittany genuinely couldn''t believe it. Ida had stuck by Horace''s side all these


    years with his silent approval. How could he suddenly change his mind and kick


    her out?


    Wendy chuckled and chimed in, "Mr. Larson has finally realized his mistake. He


    knows you''ve been bothered by her presence, so he made her move out. Isn''t


    that right, Mr. Larson?"


    Wendy took Horace''s arm and gently steered him toward Brittany.


    Both of them were proud. They actually loved each other, yet neither was willing


    to lower their guard.


    Horace looked at Brittany. "That''s right. I told Ida to move out. I hadn''t considered


    your feelings before, but I will from now on. I''ll keep my distance from her."


    Brittany stared at him in surprise. "You''d better mean that! Don''t let a phone call


    from her change your again."


    "I won''t change my mind!" Horace snapped back. "What about you?"


    Brittany was confused. "Me? What about me?"


    Horace pressed his thin lips together. "What about your assistant, your male


    receptionist, and those other male employees?" Brittany frowned. "You''re so petty.


    Nothing''s happening between me and them!"


    "I just don''t like them. What if you reced them with women?"


    "No way!" Brittany refused outright.


    Horace scowled. "What..."


    Wendy smiled knowingly. "Mr. Larson, Ms. Brewer is the CEO of Brewer


    Enterprise. Whether she surrounds herself with men or women is her choice. If


    you want her to rece the men with women, you''ll have to give a good reason.


    Are you saying you''re jealous?"


    Wendy asked if he was jealous.


    Brittany looked at Horace, the proud and unyielding king. Could he really be


    jealous?


    Horace met Brittany''s beautiful gaze, and after a few seconds, he admitted, "Yes.


    I''m jealous. Is that enough of a reason?"


    He actually admitted that he was jealous.


    Brittany smiled, her lips a sly curve.


    Horace grabbed her waist and pulled her firmly into his arms. He cupped her jaw,


    and squeezed gently. "What are you smiling about, hmm?"


    Brittany tilted her face up, her eyes shining bright as she looked back at him. "You


    get jealous? Are we in middle school or something?"


    Horace sneered, "Look at you! You''re clearly enjoying this. You must feel proud


    that I''m jealous."


    Brittany didn''t hide it. "Of course I''m proud that you''re jealous because of me."


    "Don''t get too cocky. You''d better rece those men around you son, or I''ll go


    from jealous to angry," Horace warned quietly.


    Brittany felt a warm sweetness flood her chest. She nodded. "Alright, I''ll change


    them."


    Horace''s lips curled into a smile. "That''s more like it."


    Wendy could already feel the sweetness between the two, a kind of warmth that


    came after an iceberg melts. With a grin, she teased, "Should I just stay out of the


    way? I feel like all the love in the air is suffocating me!"


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