Then the two of them shouted one, two, three, and with a strong toss, threw Cindy Morrison out.
With a bang, she hit the ground, and Cindy Morrison rolled several times before stopping.
"Get lost, this is no longer a place for you to throw a tantrum, pfft..."
The two servants each spat and turned around to go inside, shutting the door.
Cindy Morrison lay on the ground for a while before getting up, her eyes like the pupils of a venomous snake, poisonously staring at the Morrison Family.
Her swollen face was fierce, her voice gruff as she said, "Sooner or later, I will become the owner of this house. Nolan Morrison, I will make you lick my son's shoes by then, and you won't even be worthy."
...
In the living room, Mrs. Morrison felt an unprecedented sense of joy.
She said, "I guess, after you've dealt with her today, when you go back, she'll probably contact other relatives of the Morrison Family; you should be prepared."
Nolan Morrison said casually, "Do I need to prepare?"
