Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

Knowing that Peter had not returned made Oscar gasp. No wonder Greta dared to take William to this house. If Peter were home, she would not have dared to do such things.

Oscar walked steadily into the house, followed by the housekeeper and Lisa behind him. Before his feet could step into the living room, he heard the housekeeper's voice from behind.

"Do I need to tell Mrs. Greta that you and Mrs. Lisa are coming?"

"No need. You just go downstairs, you don't need to go up." Oscar replied coldly without looking back.

The housekeeper could only lower his head and follow Oscar's order. Seeing the man and Lisa from behind made the housekeeper realize that something was wrong. But since his status at Peter's house was just that of an ordinary housekeeper, he couldn't ask any more.

The housekeeper finally decided to turn around and get out of the house.

As soon as Lisa and Oscar were near the stairs going up, the woman immediately rushed ahead of Oscar. She stepped on two stairs at once and without a second thought immediately pushed the door to Greta's bedroom.

Greta was humming a little while wearing a jicama mask on her wrinkled face. Of course the fire of anger immediately filled her chest when he saw Lisa's reflection in the mirror of her dressing table.

Greta slammed the plastic bowl where her mask had been onto the table. She got up from the dressing chair, still in her ivory white nightgown she turned her body and showed that cruel look on her face.

"Why are you here? Who allowed you to enter my house? What an ignorant woman!" Greta shouted in a shrill voice.

Lisa didn't have the time to reply to Greta's screams. She just wanted to find William and bring the boy home unscathed.

Without answering Greta's question, Lisa walked inside Greta's room further. She opened the wardrobe which was bigger than the one in Oscar's bedroom, and found that William wasn't there. The woman took turns opening the bathroom's door and the cupboard under the sink, and still couldn't find her child.

Lisa finally returned to Greta's room and asked, "Where did you hide William?"

If Greta wasn't wearing a face mask, she'd probably be frowning and glaring at Lisa by now. It's just that she's wearing a beauty mask and she didn't want to ruin a million-dollar mask just because of Lisa's presence in her room.

"Lisa!" Greta shouted loudly without opening her mouth too wide, "You barged into my house without permission and are now asking me such unreasonable things? You're sick!"

"Where did you hide William!?" Lisa asked again, this time her voice was hoarse. She really didn't have time to argue with Greta. Her purpose here is only to pick up William home, not arguing with the demonic woman.

"Hey, just so you know. William is my grandson, can't I take him to sleep for two days here?" Greta asked as she walked over to Lisa, her hands in front of her chest, "William is my grandson, you should just calm down. How could I have the heart to hurt my own grandson?"

"Don't think I've forgotten what you did before. You've helped hurt and even almost killed William. I'm just here to pick up my child. So give him to me now!"

Ever since Lisa got the news that Greta took William from the house, the woman's mind went into a whirlwind. Even though William's kidnapping happened several years ago, that doesn't mean she has forgotten about it. It's still etched in her heart and mind, and it looks like the wounds caused by it are not going away anytime soon.

At the same time, Oscar entered Greta's room and stood beside Lisa, "Bring William here."

Seeing Oscar and Lisa standing side by side made Greta even more fired up. She took the tissue that was within her reach and wiped off the mask that she had just put on her face. It is better for her to wear a face mask twice than having to see her favorite mask break because she often changes her facial expression.

"Oscar!" Greta yelled after she wiped the mask off her face with a tissue. "You are my son, and you came here with this woman to accuse me of kidnapping William, my own grandson? Absolutely outrageous!"

Oscar's cold face showed disgust at Greta. He opened his lips that had been tightly pressed together and said, "Lisa is not just any woman. She is William's mother and my future wife. I beg you to watch your mouth before I do something that makes you not want to think of me as your child anymore."

Hearing Oscar's reply made Lisa clench her fists, and a warm feeling filled her chest cavity. She just wanted to bring William home right now!

"Oscar, are you out of your mind? William is the grandson of the Petersson family! I'm one hundred percent sure that William isn't that bitch's son!" Greta shouted in a shrill tone.

Suddenly, Oscar's hands clenched tightly after hearing the words that came out of Greta's lips. Luckily, it was a woman and his own mother who said that. If it was a man and an outsider, Oscar would definitely not be silent. Maybe he would kill that person with his bare hands.

"Please watch your words. This is the last time I will tolerate your behavior!" Oscar replied firmly. "I purposely brought Lisa here to pick up William together. We want to take our son home today, not tomorrow, or in two days."

Greta rolled her eyes and averted her gaze from Oscar's face. She then looked at Lisa with a disdainful look, "I still can't understand your choice in women, Oscar. You know that there are still many beautiful and rich women in this world. Many are on the same level as you. But why would you choose a bitch like Lisa?"

"Your taste really embarrasses me, Oscar!"