C87 Overindulge

"Trust me!" Dempsey Wilson sneered even more.

Clarie Scott imitated his tone and said, "Wait until my son inherits your career. Isn't his money my money? Why can't I earn it? It was easy to earn. "

"You …" Dempsey Wilson was suddenly speechless.

Clarie Scott immediately said angrily, "Boss Wilson, don't underestimate me. Whether I can get your money or not, that's just a question that I don't want to hear about. But don't worry, I'm not interested in your money.

"Clarie Scott, do you believe that I will make you lose your job?" When Dempsey Wilson heard that she wanted to earn money with peace of mind, he immediately wanted to do something bad.

"I signed a ten-year agreement with Wishful Thinking, I looked at the contract, if you want to fire me, you have to pay me at least five hundred thousand in penalty of breach of contract. With this five hundred thousand, I can still hold on for a little while and continue to look for other jobs …" Clarie Scott was not threatened by him at all.

"I can give you no job in this city." Dempsey Wilson tried his best to threaten her.

Clarie Scott was immediately angered. "Even if I can't find any job, I'm at least the mother of your child. Do you dare to do anything to me?" I'll let my two children do something to you, so don't go too far. "

Dempsey Wilson couldn't help but move his phone a little further away. This woman was really spicy, even her sharp voice could make him deaf.

"I'm just joking with you. You're serious too. You're even more childish than a child. Don't worry, I promise I won't touch you. But you can't just ignore children." Dempsey Wilson immediately reverted to his usual tone and didn't dare to be presumptuous towards this woman anymore.

"Hmph, I can't be bothered with your nonsense!" Clarie Scott was so angry that she didn't even want to hear his voice anymore and directly hung up the phone.

Clarie Scott had originally planned to work two hours overtime to draw a script. The contract she signed with Madelyn James was to hand over ten pieces of work that she was satisfied with within half a month. Clarie Scott only had three pieces that she was satisfied with.

However, Dempsey Wilson said he had a social meetup at night, so Clarie Scott could only take her work home to do.

Wilson Family was very unfamiliar to the little guy, so she should first return to accompany them. As a dependent daughter, she was really afraid that she would cry.

When Clarie Scott drove the car back to Wilson Family's coastal villa, she walked into the living room and saw a very strange scene.

In the luxurious living room, there were now two cute little fellows.

"Mommy, you're back. Come and take a look, Whitey and Little Black, aren't they cute? I really like them." When Emma Scott saw that Mommy had returned, she instantly jumped over in joy. She grabbed onto one of Mommy's fingers and dragged her to see her cute new pet.

"This …" Before Clarie Scott could regain her wits from this bizarre scene, she saw Uncle Rory, who was walking over from the restaurant beside her.

Uncle Rory was speechless when he saw Clarie Scott.

"Uncle Rory, how did you agree to let them bring the pony into the living room?" Clarie Scott didn't know whether to laugh or cry. These two brats were just too ridiculous.

Uncle Rory could only smile and say, "little young master and Little Miss circled the two ponies after school. It was dark, and they refused to go home, but there were too many mosquitoes on the lawn. I called young master to ask him about it, and when young master heard that the two little fellows had been bitten by mosquitoes, he immediately agreed to let them bring the pony back to the living room for fun."

Clarie Scott's face was filled with disbelief. Did Dempsey Wilson's brain get kicked by a horse? How could he agree to such a thing?

"Mommy …" Emma Scott was still desperately pulling on her fingers, "Mummy, come quickly, come quickly and say hello to Whitey and Xiao Hei. They are really fun, they are both obedient and obedient just like me and big brother."

"Miss Scott, why don't you play with the kids for now? young master called just now and said that he won't be home for dinner. Dinner will be ready soon, just a little later." Uncle Rory said in a very dutiful manner.

"Thank you, Uncle Rory!" Clarie Scott said politely.

Frank Scott sat cross-legged on the sofa like a little adult with a drawing board in his hand.

It was a picture of two foals standing in the living room, staring blankly at each other.

It was obvious that the two ponies were not used to this strange environment. They would occasionally cry out a few times, looking quite pitiful.

"Mommy, quickly say hello to the Whitey. It likes me so much." Emma Scott was so excited that her face turned red as she pointed at the pony.

Clarie Scott squatted down and patted the little pony's head. Then she said in all seriousness, "Emma, Frank, you guys have gone too far. Clarie Scott squatted down and touched the little pony's head and said in all seriousness," Emma, Frank, you've gone too far.

"Why, Mommy, I haven't had enough fun with them. Daddy said he could take them into the living room." When Emma Scott heard that Mommy wouldn't let her play with the pony, she immediately became anxious.

"Your father must be crazy, for him to agree to your unreasonable request?" Clarie Scott definitely wouldn't allow that man to spoil his child to such a reckless degree. With a stern face, she said, "Mommy didn't joke with you guys. Now, let Uncle Rory send the pony out. If you want to play tomorrow, then we'll play. Do you hear me?"

"Mommy is so fierce …" Emma Scott's eyes instantly turned red. She looked pitifully at her pony, then looked at Frank Scott, who was half-shocked from the painting, "Brother still wants to paint his pony, it's not even done well yet. Mommy, can you let them stay here for a while longer?"

"No, you must listen to what Mommy says. Don't mess around." Clarie Scott didn't want them to have the habit of doing whatever they wanted, so her demands were still as strict as before.

Frank Scott had a pitiful expression on his face as he put his drawing board to the side and said faintly, "Alright, we will listen to Mommy's words. Mommy, don't be angry."

Emma Scott wanted to continue to persevere, but after hearing her brother's surrender, she had nothing left to say. She could only sit to the side in silence, feeling wronged.

Clarie Scott immediately turned around to look for Uncle Rory. Uncle Rory instructed two servants to lead the two ponies out.

Clarie Scott walked over to take a look at her son's painting. It was extremely abstract, and most people wouldn't be able to appreciate it.

"Emma, are you angry?" Clarie Scott squatted in front of her daughter, intending to make up with her.

"I miss dad …" Emma Scott's small mouth was flat as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Your father is here, and Mommy still wants to take the baby out." Clarie Scott was shocked. Her daughter had already joined Dempsey Wilson's camp. Scolding at her was not easy, but she actually dared to use her father to pressure her. Hmph, little thing, you have to treat her well.