Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 830

“Yvonne, how could you say such a thing and accuse your grandmother so unfairly?” Mrs. James Sr. cried, looking utterly wounded.

Yvonne shot back, “Don't you dare try that with me. My grandmother is dead.”

The retort left Mrs. James Sr. pale and speechless. Seeing his mother insulted, Joshua James flared up.

He pointed a finger at Yvonne, his voice shaking with rage. “You little brat! My mother invited you back to the James house out of kindness. Don't you dare push your luck!”

“I am pushing my luck. What are you going to do about it?” Yvonne sneered, completely unafraid of him.

As Mr. James Sr.'s youngest and most doted-on son, Joshua had always gotten his way in the James family. No one dared to cross him.

The original Yvonne had been terrified of this uncle; even his illegitimate son used to bully her.

But Yvonne was not her predecessor. She had no intention of coddling him.

“I'm pushing my luck, so what are you going to do?” she repeated, slapping his pointing hand away.

She did it with practiced skill, hitting the pressure point between his thumb and index finger. A numbing sensation shot up his entire arm, rendering it useless.

“I heard that the recent partnership between the James and Taylor families was your brilliant idea, Mr. Joshua James,” Yvonne said mockingly. “A multi-billion dollar project where you gave the Taylors such a generous cut that you didn't make a single penny. All because you hoped one of their sons would marry your daughter, Letitia. Too bad none of them were interested.”

She didn't follow business news closely, but she occasionally picked up tidbits about Istra's high society from Bennett.

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