Lucas is such a bad actor.
If it weren't for his pointed words, I might have thought Whisky's death was really an accident.
But now my gaze gradually turned cold.
"Lucas, I told you that whiskey is my bottom line. Anyone who dares to touch whiskey will not end well."
Lucas was stunned for a moment, then suddenly frowned and stared at me in disbelief.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Honey, you don't think I drowned Whisky, do you?"
Lucas forced a few tears out.
"God knows what's going on. Whisky is a kitten that we both raised together. He's like my own child. How could I be so cruel?"
He looked at me with red eyes, "Even if I'm a gold-digger, you can't blame me for everything, right?"
Even raised his hands and swore to the sky.
"If Whisky really died because of me, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death!"
I just felt my heart go cold and I sat on the sofa holding Whisky's body without saying a word.
I want to see what tricks he is playing.
Sure enough, half an hour later, Lucas invited a fortune teller from outside the villa.
"Wife, I just saw this master standing at the door and watching. Seeing his immortal appearance, I let him in."
The fortune teller stroked his beard and looked around my villa.
As expected, he looked serious and made a pretentious evaluation.
"Sylvia, your villa is unlucky and has bad feng shui. There will be a bloody disaster in the near future."
I lowered my head and smiled, pretending to cooperate and asked:
"Oh? Master, how do you think that should be resolved?"
The fortune teller immediately followed my words and said, "We need to get rid of this villa as soon as possible, or give it away, preferably to a blessed woman so that the problem can be easily resolved."
Before I could ask, his eyes fell on Sophia who was standing nearby.
"This blessed woman is far away in the sky and yet close at hand."
"Sylvia must take this seriously. After all, money is only a thing outside of one's body. Only by giving away this villa can the disaster be resolved."
I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. Even a blind person could see what they were planning.
"Master, since you are so powerful, I wonder if you have calculated what disasters you have encountered recently?"
The fortune teller was stunned and pointed at himself, "Me? What disaster can I have?"
"You are so powerful, didn't you expect that you would suffer a bloody disaster?"
I clapped my hands and gave orders to the bodyguard with a cold face.
"He's a swindler. Drag him out, beat him up, and call the police."
Soon, the fortune teller's screams were heard outside the yard.
Lucas was furious. "Sylvia, how can you be so arrogant? He's a fortune teller with a third eye. How can you just hit him like that? Are you going to die?"
I turned around and stared at him coldly.
"Lucas, do you remember what my biggest intolerance is?"
Lucas' face turned pale, and he hesitated to speak: "It's... cheating."
"The thing you can't tolerate the most is being cheated, but honey, I didn't lie to you."
I sneered, "You know it well."
I was too lazy to argue with him anymore, but unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the second floor, Sophia blocked my way.
Sophia deliberately showed off a handful of cat hair to me.
"Sister-in-law, your cat is dead anyway, and I thought the cat fur was pretty nice, so I made a pair of fur socks. It will keep you warm in winter."
Sophia deliberately took the socks made of Whisky's cat hair and waved them in front of me to show off.
