Attlee came home looking pretty bummed out.
Olga Harris took one look at him and gasped, "What on earth happened to you? Did the Collins family lay hands on you?"
They're all big shots. How could they stoop so low as to mess with the richest man in Tranquil City?
Talk about uncivilized!
"It was two security guards." Attlee didn't feel like elaborating.
"I can't believe Rosemary would dare to air Yoli's dirty laundry in public!"
Attlee sighed heavily without saying a word. He knew Rosemary's character all too well. When push came to shove, she wouldn't hesitate to throw her family under the bus.
It was nine o'clock at night, and Attlee's 14 stores and four mansions were still on the market.
Melody's lawyer called. "Sir, if we don't receive your compensation by midnight, we'll have no choice but to expose your daughter's plagiarism of Melody's work"