Margorie POV
I can't believe that little b**ch. How dare she speak to me with such disrespect? If she thinks this is over, she is sadly mistaken. I slide into the rented car and debate about running over the pr*ck at the gate. As I watch Scarlett and the ba*"*'ard pull through the open gate, I pull the phone from my purse. "Marjorie, what's happening? Did you see Scarlett," Gary asks. "Oh, I saw the little witch. You should have heard how she spoke to me."
"So what you are telling me is I wasted the cost of the plane ticket on bringing you here. You couldn't even trick your wh*re of a daughter to come home to me," he says, his voice laced with anger. "It's not over yet. She will be back where she belongs. Didn't you say that she was attending college?" "Yes, so what? One of those ba**ar
