Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1230

The Jenkins Residence.

"Ollie is a decent girl; she just doesn't want to find a boyfriend. She doesn't even have a boyfriend despite her age. All she does is stay at home, in front of the computer. The radiation from that makes her face all greasy. If she wasn't a Jenkins, I wouldn't want to admit she's my daughter."

The woman, Brenda Duncan, was chatting with her best friend as she held her teacup. She was a middle-aged lady, but she still looked attractive as she had taken good care of herself, so she looked delicate, and she had a good physique.

Brenda had put a lot of emphasis on self-care and body management in her daily life. She would never let her weight exceed a certain number. What was sad to say was that she gave birth to a daughter who didn't pay much attention to her appearance. Since Olivia was a child, she tried to change her thinking but to no avail, which was really maddening for her.

Fortunately, both husband and wife were very good-looking, so Olivia's appearance was not bad. Even if she was not willing to dress up, she was still a beauty.

"Honestly, I think Ollie is very capable. It's more important to have a decent earning than anything else. If men went on blind dates, all of them would want a wife like her."

Hearing this, Brenda sneered in her heart.

'Find a wife who can make money? Why don't they find a nanny?'

"The one you introduced this time, he won't be the same as the one last time, will he? Asking my daughter to be filial to her in- laws, wash the clothes, cook, and whatnot, plus taking care of his life after marrying him?"

"No, of course not. This one is definitely better!"

Brenda snorted and said, "Good enough. Even though Ollie has her shortcomings, she's not useless. Marriage is a matter between two people. My daughter can wash and cook, but her husband also needs to clean the house. Otherwise, if only the woman does everything, then it's better not to get married."

"Yeah, you're right, Mrs. Jenkins. That's true."

Ding-dong...

The doorbell rang, and Brenda's face lit up with joy. "Maybe my Ollie is back."

She got up to open the door. When she did, she saw Olivia standing outside with a hopeless face looking into her eyes.

"Mom!"

Brenda sized her carefully and realized she was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of pants that were too big for her. She was so angry that she almost fainted. She pointed at her but was too angry to say anything.

In the face of her mother's expression, Olivia smiled and took the initiative to put her bare face close to her. "Mother, I'm back. Is there any meat to eat?"

Brenda was speechless.

Not only hadn't she dressed up, but the moment she opened her mouth, she asked for meat???

Brenda was infuriated!

However, behind her came the footsteps and voices from her best friend.

"Hey, Brenda, didn't you say your daughter has come home? Where is she?"

When Brenda heard her best friend's voice, she directly slammed the door without a second thought!

Bang!

Olivia's face was still leaning forward when it happened, and it nearly hit her nose. She blinked and rubbed her nose. "What?"

Then she could hear the conversation inside clearly.

"Brenda, where's your daughter?"

"Oh, it wasn't my daughter."

"Who is that?"

"It's food delivery. He had the wrong address."

Olivia was rendered speechless.

Humph!

Olivia sneered in her heart. Her mother sure was ruthless. She had clearly asked her to come home on the phone earlier, but now she said she was a food deliveryman?

Brenda's friend thought it was peculiar. "What's going on? How unprofessional. How can they send the food to the wrong address?"

Hearing this, Brenda just laughed dryly and said, "You're right. You go in and have a seat first; I'll call to urge Ollie."

"All right."

So Brenda went into the bathroom to call Olivia.

"Mom, is this how you're going to treat me when you ask me to come back? You shut me out and said that I'm a food deliveryman. How come don't know I've changed jobs?" "You brat, you still have the nerve to say that. Look at how you're dressed. You are my daughter. Can you not be so unkempt? You are a young lady!"

Brenda was nearly gnashing her teeth toward the end of her words and was absolutely livid.

"So what? These are comfy. It's not

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like I dress like a beggar, nor am I affecting the public image." Olivia said disapprovingly, "You, on the other hand, Mom. Haven't you alwayspaid attention to your image? You must be calling me in the bathroom now. Look into the mirror. You must be gnashing your teeth as we're speaking. Don't you care about your image anymore?" Content

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After hearing her daughter's words, Brenda subconsciously looked up at the mirror and found that she was indeed gritting her teeth with a ferocious

look.

Like that, she was scared by her appearance in the mirror. She quickly calmed down.

"So? Has your appearance scared you?" Olivia giggled on the other side of the phone.

Brenda took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. When she was much calmer, she said in a whisper, "Go to the stairway and don't come out. Come in only after I send her away."

Olivia was speechless for a moment. "Mom, do you have to take your revenge so soon? Stairway? Everybody takes the elevator nowadays. Do you know how dusty the stairway is? I don't want to go."

"You don't have a choice. Who asked you to come over unkempt. You're dead meat if you dare come out."

Brenda hung as soon as she finished speaking.

Olivia stood at the doorway with her

phone in her hand for quite a while. After a

Ond thought, she went to the stairway reluctantly. She took it that she was unlucky that day. If she didn't go, she would be seen by her mother's friend, and her fate would be even worse.

So, in the end, Olivia decided to accept her fate.

After Brenda made sure Olivia had hidden in the stairway, she said something to her best friend and then sent her away.

Olivia came out as soon as her mother's friend entered the elevator.

"My beloved mother, I would have suffocated to death if I stayed there any longer."

Olivia walked into her home, complaining. Brenda glared at her and said, "Suffocate to death? Why didn't you die when you were cooped up at home every day? There's at least fresh air in the stairway."

"Mom, listen to your words. You're saying as if there isn't fresh air in my home. Should I go in or not?" "Of course!" Brenda pulled Olivia into the house. "Come in."

Then she slammed the door shut, lest people would see Olivia like this.

"Are you still my daughter? You're dressed like this every day. Don't you know how to dress up? Don't tell me you're going to the blind date in the afternoon dressed like this."

Olivia shrugged without care and said, "Yeah, why not?"