Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

Greta looked at Lisa with disdain, then she let out a voice that sounded contemptuous.

"Ah, the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, doesn't it? You and Kumala are the same, saying you don't want a penny but actually need money from my family to survive. It's a shame… you two are really shameless."

"Well, you just have to say how much you want and I will write it on this check! Don't waste my kindness, I don't want you to come to my house whining to ask for money." Greta continued in a mocking tone.

"Auntie!" Lisa snapped. Over time, she couldn't stand herself and her mother being mocked, especially by Greta. "What's wrong if Oscar and I want to get married? Even though you are Oscar's biological mother, can you really interfere with our relationship? Do you think you can do that just because of your current status as Mrs. Petersson?"

"You are very wrong. I can do whatever I want because I am me, not Peter's Wife." Greta replied with a grin. "What's wrong? Are you afraid to be Oscar's lover now? If you still insist on being his lover, you better prepare yourself to always be the talk of the community or the Petersson family."

Hearing that made Lisa pursed her lips tightly. If Greta wasn't Oscar's birth mother, maybe she would get up from the chair and pour some red wine over the demonic woman's head.

The feeling of pleasure filled Greta's chest when she saw Lisa's blushing face. She had more and more reasons to pressure her even more. Honestly, she was curious about the look on the woman's face when she finally exploded. And today, Greta decided to take a look at it.

Apart from that, there was a certain satisfaction in seeing Lisa get carried away with her emotions.

"Look, I have a question here. What kind of woman do you think your mother was? Is it because she couldn't marry Peter that she told you to marry Oscar? Later when you are married, I'm sure your mother's dirty feet will enter my house at will. Who knows if your mother still has feelings for my husband?"

"Kumala is still the same. She's a fox! That woman is actually cunning, it's just that as her child you can't see such bad things." Greta continued, trying to keep a straight face. "I'll bet with everything I have that Kumala still wants to sleep with Peter."

"Shut up!" Lisa snapped as she got up from the chair, "Enough! I don't want to hear you talk about my mother! You have no right to mock my mother. Do you think you are not worse than her? You know my mother wanted to marry Peter, so you suddenly come and ruin their relationship! Who do you think is worse, huh?! My mother or you?"

At first, Lisa tried hard to contain her emotions. But the fire of anger exploded and wanted to come out of her when she heard Greta's ridicule that kept on targeting Kumala.

"In the end, who did Peter choose? Me or Kumala? If Peter really loves Kumala, no matter how rich or beautiful I am, Peter shouldn't swerve from Kumala." Greta replied casually.

She knew that they were now the center of attention at The Hills restaurant, but she didn't care. Greta was so happy to see Lisa finally lose her temper that she didn't care if people were looking at them.

"What? You want to slap me in public? Just do it. Let everyone know how you treat your elders." Greta continued.

"Come on, you're this offended already." Greta sneered as she looked left and right, making sure all the eyes of the visitors in The Hills were looking at them. "Imagine if you were part of the Petersson family. I think you can go crazy on the third day you become Oscar's Wife."

"You think it's appropriate to talk about the people behind you? I've been trying to contain my emotions since you're Oscar's mother! But if you continue like this without planning to change, I will not stand still. If you don't want to see my ugly side, I hope you don't cross the line."

Lisa's eyes look fiery and the words that come out of her lips are filled with a serious tone. Lisa wasn't lying when she said that she wouldn't be quiet if Greta kept making fun of Kumala. She didn't care if she would be put in jail for hurting this woman later.

Everyone can just make fun of her to the end. They may accuse her carelessly and hurt her feelings. But nobody should talk bad about Kumala. If they did that, they would be looking for death!

Greta snorted from her nose, "You really are a clone of Kumala huh? Both of you are prostitutes and thirsty for money. What's the trouble of you telling the truth if the reason you married Oscar was because of money?"

"You two are really the same," Greta grumbled as she took a sip of red wine. Her throat felt hot from the drink and also the fire of anger that gradually emerged from her chest cavity. "You are both crazy about rich men. I just want to say, be aware. Remember where you are, and remember where Oscar is."

"You damn slut." Greta sneered softly.

Even though Greta said that in a low voice, Lisa could hear the two words clearly. The fire of anger that she had been trying to suppress so as not to explode now managed to escape.

"Wow, you've also gone crazy. Okay, I'm a cheap girl, then are you really that expensive?" Lisa's voice now sounded loud and sharp, making her sure that the entire restaurant could hear her words. "If I'm not mistaken, you are not a very holy person either. Grandma Brigitta has told me all the things you did so you could snatch my mother's boyfriend."

She blatantly lied, Brigitta had never told her anything about Greta's relationship with Peter before. Even Lisa herself wasn't sure if Brigitta knew she was Kumala's child.

Hearing Lisa's words suddenly made Greta's eyes widen in surprise. She immediately got up from the chair and pointed at Lisa's face with her index finger. "What— what do you mean?! I don't understand what you're saying!"

"If you don't understand, why are you this shocked then?"