Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1566

Seymour was splattered with spit. He shut his eyes in disgust to dodge the onslaught.

Once Katie finished her tirade, he wiped the saliva from his face and managed a grin. "Sure, I'm living off Kaylee. So what? I've earned it. If you want a taste of that lifestyle, good luck with that!

"And let me make one thing clear—Kaylee's living the good life with me spoiling her. She doesn't have to do a thing but sit back and enjoy it.

"But you? You're nothing but an aging single woman squatting in my wife's house. How dare you raise your voice at me!

"You'd better watch your tone, or I'll have Kaylee toss you out on the street. Let's see how well you handle that!"

With that, Seymour scoffed and strutted off, munching on his late-night snack.

"You insufferable brat, don't even think about walking away!" Katie seethed, her chest heaving with fury. "You're nothing but a freeloader and a househusband—who do you think you are to act tough with my family?"

Seymour pretended not to hear her, strolling away at a leisurely pace. Despite her anger, Katie didn't dare chase after him.

Helen was right; the Terzian family was just a facade of strength—imposing in appearance but utterly lacking in substance. There was truly nothing to fear.

As Katie watched Seymour's figure disappear up the staircase, she stomped her foot in frustration.

Living in this house was absolutely unbearable. It was bad enough that Kaylee bullied her, but now even a parasite like Seymour felt emboldened to mock her. It was as if they both looked at her with utter disdain.

Indeed—birds of a feather flock together. What kind of decent man would be interested in someone like Kaylee?

If it weren't for Chandler being around, would Seymour have the nerve to act this way?

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Two days later, the Glendale Jewelers' Association held its membership voting day. As the sole applicant, Fiona sat confidently to the left of Charles, exuding an air of assured success.

Minutes passed beyond the scheduled voting time, and seeing no response from Charles, Fiona tapped the table impatiently. "Everyone's time is valuable. Since we're all here, let's go ahead and vote."

With a reluctant nod, Charles straightened up.

He let out a long sigh and turned to the members at the table, wearing a serious expression. "In that case, please cast your votes. Those in favor of Ms. Fiona Cunningham joining the Jewelers' Association, raise your hands."

Fiona leaned back in her chair, eagerly awaiting unanimous approval. But as the seconds dragged on, the smile on her face gradually faded, mirroring the thickening silence in the room.