Chapter 4: Hope Mrs. Parker Wins Her First Battle

A stumble at my feet, and all the lovely atmosphere is gone!

Gone!

"Grown up just to be a third wheel? Rushing to reincarnate?"

Polly Song stomped heavily on Victoria Parker's foot, finally understanding why Madam Parker threatened her with her life to marry Victoria. If she didn't marry him, he was destined to have no wife in this life.

Victoria glanced at Michael Knight, then directly wrapped his arm around Polly Song and left the crowd.

Michael watched them leave and muttered, "When did he get a girlfriend?"

A flower finally blooming from a perennial iron tree?

Polly Song was half-marched to the car by Victoria, struggling to push him away, "I'll accuse you of kidnapping."

Victoria directly pushed her into the car, "Don't forget our agreement."

"There's no woman clinging to you now, consider this overtime," Polly retorted, stiffening her neck, then quietly backed up to the car door when Victoria looked at her, "I... I'm telling the truth."

Playing tough but being timid, that's definitely her.

"First, let's go to the mansion and tell my mom you won't divorce me."

Although this might not completely quash his mother's intentions, at least it might calm her down a bit.

Polly was instantly shocked. Victoria figured if she were a kitten, her fur might be bristling right now.

"Are you joking? I've spent all five million."

Polly said as she turned to open the door to leave, but Victoria grabbed her collar and stopped her. Polly, caught by him, crashed straight back into his arms, but she kept struggling, "No way, I'm not going, even if I die."

Victoria held onto Polly's collar and instructed the driver to go, "The contract is for one year, during which you have to help the client sever all legal matchmaking activities."

"Forcing the party's will, that's illegal." Polly's face was flushed with anger, sweat breaking out all over, but the hand behind her showed no sign of yielding.

"Don't want the divorce papers? You really think a divorce agreement signed only by you is valid?" Victoria released her, leisurely watching the red-faced Polly, "You're married to me; to divorce, I must be present. Don't understand such a simple principle? No wonder you could be easily tricked."

Polly, her face twisted in frustration, adjusted her clothes, and threw a chilly glance at Victoria. What use is looking so good? Pity he has a mouth.

"If you can make my mom give up on matchmaking for me this time, wouldn't that be easier for you too?"

It seemed to make sense, but thinking of Victoria's mother, Polly still shook her head, "No way, I can help you get rid of your matchmaking candidates, but I didn't say I'd help deal with your mom. That's another price—no, it's not even about money."

When the old lady was alive, she was forced to interact with Mrs. Parker a few times, and it was literally a nightmare.

"What, don't want a divorce anymore?" Victoria played his trump card.

Oh, she wants it, she dreams about it, okay?

Polly frowned, biting her finger, seemingly weighing which was more important: meeting Mrs. Parker or getting a divorce?

As Polly pondered, she surreptitiously surveyed her situation. Seeing Mrs. Parker was deadly, but being in a marriage with Victoria seemed even more deadly.

Victoria watched her, puzzled at how a person could have so many little movements. He hadn't looked at her closely back then, but now with a closer look, it seemed besides being pretty, she had no merits.

Couldn't understand why Grandma chose her.

Before Polly could finish chewing her nail, the car arrived at the gate of the Parker Family mansion.

Polly hid in the car, acting like an ostrich, not wanting to get out.

"Get down." Victoria stood by the door, intercepting the woman inside who was trying to curl up.

Polly threw him a vicious glare, but to Victoria, it looked like an angry kitty with no deterrent power, instead making him want to bully her.

"Victoria, why are you so late? Didn't you say..." Mrs. Parker, over fifty but well-maintained, looked no more than in her thirties or forties. Even at home, she dressed in high luxury, with exquisite makeup, living up to the status of a noble lady.

However, the noble lady's smile disappeared instantly upon seeing Polly, her face shifting from that of a biological mom to a stepmother's.

Polly, dragged out of the car by Victoria, just wanted to clutch her little wallet, fearing the five million was not safe.

"Why is she here?" Sure enough, Mrs. Parker spoke up, full of disdain, glaring at Polly as if questioning, "Where's the five million? Where's the five million?"

Polly looked to her nose, her nose to her heart, nonchalantly covering her pocket with both hands as if a little squirrel hiding acorns, allowing no one to take her stash.

Victoria directly pulled her close, "Mom, she's my wife, your daughter-in-law, why can't she come?"

Mrs. Parker was stumped by her son, casting another glare at Polly, asking about the money?

Polly looked at the sky this time, nothing to see, nothing to see here.

"No, Victoria, she is..."

"Mom, do we have guests?" Victoria led Polly inside, feigning ignorance.

The visitor in the living room was the sole daughter of the Lynn family in City A, named Sophie Lynn. The Lynn family's status in City A was on par with the Parker Family, and Mrs. Parker was most satisfied with this girl. Coincidentally, she also liked Victoria, not minding his divorce status.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Parker once again shot a glare at Polly; her son was ruined by this woman.

Polly: "..."

Thanks, but I'm not very keen on ruining your son.

Sophie Lynn, seeing Polly, was initially stunned but quickly returned to normal, beaming at Victoria, even her voice turned coquettish.

"Brother Victoria, Aunt said you'd come home today, and we haven't seen each other for a while, so I came to visit. I didn't disturb you, did I?"

Polly shivered, her goosebumps rising.

"Feeling cold?" As if sensing Polly's tremble, Victoria held her close, in a deeply intimate manner.

Sophie clenched her fists, while Mrs. Parker inhaled sharply in anger, "Victoria, come upstairs with me."

As he watched Mrs. Parker ascend, Victoria leaned in to whisper in Polly's ear, "Here's your battlefield now, hope Mrs. Parker can win gloriously."

After speaking, his lips seemed to brush her cheek, making Polly want to press on her racing heart and kick him away, that damned man.

Sophie twisted her hands, trying hard to keep smiling, internally wishing she could swallow Polly whole.

Once Victoria followed Mrs. Parker upstairs, the servants in the living room seemed to receive some kind of signal and each busied themselves with their tasks.

"Aunt mentioned you left with five million."

Sophie's words were full of disdain; to her, Polly was the kind of lowly woman who would do anything for money.

Polly twisted her neck, rotated her wrists, as if really gearing up for battle.