Chapter 41 Borrow the house

Gilda, noticing that Queenie didn't want to talk, became anxious. Monica motioned to her, urging her to be direct. Gilda immediately grabbed Queenie’s arm and made her sit back down. "Fine, I'll tell you! I came here this time to borrow your house."

"Borrow my house?" Queenie frowned at Gilda.

"That's right." Gilda also sat down, on the sofa diagonally across from Queenie. "What I mean is... we want to come here and stay for a while, and you and your husband can move out."

"Move out?" Queenie began to suspect that she had misheard.

"Yes." Gilda nodded firmly.

Queenie couldn't help but laugh in anger. "Why should me and my husband move out of our own house?"

"Sister, that's not fair!" Monica couldn't help but speak up. "You're married, and I'm not, right?"

"What does this have to do with the house?" Queenie's frown deepened.

"How could it not have anything to do with it!" Gilda directly explained, "Your house has a good location and high value. If Monica was living here,
others will notice, and will want to talk to her about marriage in the future. Think about it, if she invited potential future in-laws to meet here, t they would look up to her, rather than tryto bully her."

After a pause, Gilda continued, "Now that I think about it, didn't you meddle in Jeremy's marriage? Now, if Jeremy wants to find a partner for the future, he will need a good house like this. You messed up his marriage, shouldn't you compensate him?"

Queenie seemed accustomed to such accusations, no matter what she did, she was always in the wrong.

She smiled lightly and calmly, "Jeremy's failed marriage was his own fault. What he did to me and what I did to him, I have been merciful enough. I can confidently tell you that I don't owe him any compensation. As for Monica's marriage, it's good that you all are taking care of it, there's no need for me, her sister, to be involved."

"What do you mean? Are you refusing to lend us the house?" Gilda's voice became agitated.

"No, I won't lend it! I don't have that obligation. This house is mine and my husband's home. We won't move out for your ridiculous reasons!"

"You—" Gilda's face turned pale with anger.

Monica hurriedly caressed Gilda's back, helping her calm down. She said, "Queenie, look at what state you've put mom in. We are sisters, shouldn't you care about me like I care about you? Do you at least want to act like a sister?"

Queenie sneered, "I work hard, save money painstakingly, and have never allowed myself to buy a piece of clothing over five hundred dollars! But you set your eyes on a $4,200 skirt, threw a tantrum, and mom forced me to buy it for you. And what happened? You wore the $4,200 skirt for just one day and said you didn't want to wear it anymore! You said it wasn't in season, embarrassing yourself in front of me! Have you ever thought about my feelings? Have you ever thought about how long I had to save for $4,200?"

Queenie's eyes became sharp as she took a few steps closer to Monica. "Since childhood, when have you ever treated me like a sister? It's always about taking advantage, only thinking of me when you need money. When have you cared about me for even a moment? Not going to argue? Fine, give back all the lucky money you received from me over the years, then I won't argue with you!"

"I..." Monica was rendered speechless and her face turned pale under Queenie's attack. This version of Queenie in front of her was utterly unfamiliar, unlike the Queenie she knew before!

Gilda wanted to speak up for her beloved daughter, but before she could say anything, Queenie gave her a compelling glare. "Mom, if you had a little bit thicker skin, you wouldn't dare to say those things to me!"

With that, Queenie stood up and started walking toward the study.

"Anyway, the house won't be lent. No more nonsense, I don't want to say anymore on this subject. I need to prepare for my classes. When you finish your tea, please remember to close the door on your way out."

Without saying another word, Queenie walked into the study, closed the door, and resumed her preparations.

When the house was initially designed and decorated, Benoit had chosen high quality material. The soundproofing in each room had also been carefully done.

While Queenie was in the study, preparing for her class, it was very quiet, and she thought Gilda and Monica had left, so she didn't give them another thought and continued to focus on her work.

An hour later, a faint loud noise of music came from the other room, causing her to subconsciously furrow her brows.

Ordinarily sounds cannot reach the study.

If she can hear disco music, how loud must the outside noise be?

With doubt, Queenie pushed open the door of the study.

Sure enough, the sounds inside and outside of the study were completely different!

The ear-splitting disco music made the chandelier on the ceiling tremble.

In the living room, the heating was on, and several friends, who were having a good time with Monica, were wearing cool and sexy outfits, drinking and disco dancing, making a mess everywhere.

The sofa was stained and there was red wine splashed on the wall.

Her previously bought succulent plants were also crushed.

Queene was looking around in shock, feeling that her heart was bleeding, as she saw her usually well-maintained home had been turned into a circus.

"What are you doing!"

She shouted at Monica and the other girls, but the music was too loud and they didn't hear her at all.

Queenie walked straight towards the sound system, wanting to turn it off.

Monica noticed and stopped her in advance, pulling her into the nearby guest room.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? I should be asking you what you're doing!" Queenie was so angry that she was about to explode.

Monica rolled her eyes. "Queenie, are you so petty? I asked to borrow your house, you refused. Mom and I decided to let it go, without pushing you further.

But I've already told everyone about it! I told my friends that this house was given to me by the family.

So everyone decided to come and celebrate. I'm warning you, don't expose me and embarrass me!

Everyone will leave after having fun!"

Monica's shamelessness once again angered Queenie to the point of laughter.

"I've never understood why you and Mom think you can say such shameless things so confidently? Monica, look at what the house looks like now. If it's really your home, are you willing to let it be ruined like this?"

Monica didn't care. "It's just a little mess. We'll clean it up later! Us young people are different from old-fashioned people like you. Everyone plays like this. When I go to my friend’s house, we play like this too, and then her maid cleans up when we are done."

"Monica, I don't care about other people's homes! This is my house, I have the final say! I am asking you and your group of friends to leave here, immediately!"

Saying that, Queenie ignored Monica's obstruction and rushed out of the guest room.

Just then the doorbell rang.

Both Queenie and Monica were stunned for a moment.

It was Gilda who realized it first and went to open the door.

Several kitchen staff from the hotel were holding lobster sashimi, and other luxurious dishes such as scallops, black truffles, and more were continuously brought into the living room. Queenie took the opportunity, while Gilda and Monica were looking at the food, to shut off the music. The entire living room instantly became quiet, with only the clear voice of the leading chef from the kitchen.

"Miss Lorente, all the dishes are ready, totaling $11,000 dollars."

Upon hearing the price, Gilda felt a small pang in her heart. To think that these few wooden boxes of dishes would cost $11,000!

Monica had never had money. Any amount she had in WhatsApp or Alipay would be spent until nothing was left. So instinctively, she looked at her biological mother.

"Pay them," she said.

Gilda had recently invested in a loan company with Pollard's mother. The company was exposed, and her secret savings went down the drain. How could she bear to take out another $11,000 now?

Unsurprisingly, she lifted her chin and pointed to Queenie, speaking to the chef in the kitchen.

"Ask her for it!"