Chapter 77 Tearing Apart the Bitch's Face_1

The once crestfallen mother of Wyatt who dashed out now reentered with her son, completely transformed.

If she had a tail, it would certainly be sticking up into the air at this moment.

Lilith Teller looked coldly at the woman who had usurped her favorite seat and let out a sneer of triumph.

Black Mountain witch, let's see how long you can stay arrogant.

Surane Duffy, dressed in black, glanced at Wyatt Perry with disdain and, after blowing on her intricately carved nail, said scornfully, "Oh, look who it is, if it isn't the young master himself. You've managed to ruin the Perrys' good name, and yet you still have the nerve to come back. Your skin must be extraordinarily thick."

Surane Duffy thought she held the winning hand and had no regard whatsoever for Wyatt Perry.

She had forcefully moved into the Perrys, assuming the lady of the house's role, attempting to usurp everything that belonged to Lilith Teller, including her usual seat for watching TV.