My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 493: Bah, What a Piece of Crap

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The old mansion had already been thrown into chaos, and none of the servants could count how many slaps they had taken from Sheryl Lancaster since early morning.

If they served too hot a cup of water, she slapped them; if the food wasn’t good, she slapped them; she had a pile of clothes prepared yet threw them all into the trash, venting her anger at them.

After Titus Quinn brought Sheryl Lancaster back to the old mansion, he left by himself, leaving two or three servants with faces swollen like buns. The old Mr. Quinn was hospitalized and had always been so kind to them, never treating them like mere servants. How could they provoke him in times like this?

"Throw all of these away," Sheryl Lancaster’s fingers glided over some of Mr. Quinn’s favorite antique paintings. "What are these worthless things; they’re such an eyesore. Throw them away, and don’t let me see these old things again."

"You..." The butler’s neck turned red, clenching his fists in restraint. "These are all Mr. Quinn’s favorites, each worth millions. If you wish to stay, then stay for a few days. But with Mr. Quinn in the hospital and you not yet married into the Quinn Family, you can’t touch any of these things!"

"I can’t touch them?" Sheryl Lancaster looked at him amusedly. "I’m the woman Titus Quinn brought back, the woman he plans to marry. How could a wife not handle the things in his house?"

"When the second young master marries, Mr. Quinn will allocate some of the Quinn Family’s possessions to him as well. Just like the eldest young master, he’ll live independently. As long as Mr. Quinn is around, no one is to touch anything here!"

"No one is to touch them?" Sheryl Lancaster glanced disdainfully at the butler. Just so you know, the Lancaster Family ended up like this because of the Quinn Family’s power. Her collaboration with Titus Quinn was precisely to unsettle the Quinn Family.

In this way, Titus Quinn was the same as her, but he had promised her that she could make a scene as she pleased.

"Rip!" A painting worth millions was torn in half in Sheryl Lancaster’s hands.

"You... you..." The butler had air stuck in his throat, wanting to pounce on the woman before him.

"What’s going on?" Melody Thorne stepped out from outside the old mansion, followed by Leon Rivers.

At this moment, Leon Rivers’ expression was one of excitement because Melody Thorne had told him something interesting was happening.

"Madam," the butler turned around, pointing angrily in Sheryl Lancaster’s direction, "she dared to destroy Mr. Quinn’s favorite painting on her first day in the Quinn Family."

Sheryl Lancaster lifted her chin high, her gaze provocative. Not only did she destroy it, but she intended to ruin all the paintings here!

Melody Thorne glanced down, "It’s a pity it got destroyed, but it’s no big deal. I remember Gregory Lancaster was doing... some labor somewhere, wasn’t he? Although his work might not be worth much now, he can still pay back a bit with more work. Have someone look into it and notify him."

"Melody Thorne!" Sheryl Lancaster’s sinister face twisted slightly. "What does this have to do with my father? You’re the Quinn Family’s daughter-in-law, and I will be too in the future. Don’t think your status is so superior!"

Melody Thorne sat on the sofa, her chin held arrogantly high. "Well, wait until you are one to talk. Everything you destroy today will fall on your father’s shoulders. Butler, take notes on exactly how much she has made the Quinn Family lose today."

"Yes... yes," the butler inwardly spat at Sheryl Lancaster.

Ptooey, serves her right, she’s asking for it!

"And..." Melody Thorne pointed at the servants. "What’s wrong with your faces? Don’t you know to hit back if someone slaps you? Even if you’re paid employees, none of the owners here have hit you. Yet you let someone as insignificant as her make a fool of you, is that not embarrassing?"