Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

I instantly raised my arms to block Joey and dodged to the side. I said to her, "Let's talk this out, alright? Calm down."
"Calm down my ass. I swear I'll beat the crap out of you today," she shot back. Seeing me back off, she thought I was afraid of her, and that only made her even more aggressive.
We ran circles around the sofa in the living room—me trying to stay ahead, her chasing after me like a madwoman. She was screaming all the while, "You damn whore, don't you dare run. Shameless bitch! Think you can marry Mason? I haven't nodded yet."
I shot her a glare over my shoulder but didn't say a word—just kept circling the sofa.
I was fuming inside. If I hadn't hidden a recording device under the coffee table, I wouldn't have taken this crap from her for even a second.
Seeing that I remained silent, Joey just kept running her mouth. "Don't think just because Mason's protecting you, you can do whatever the hell you want. The Knight family isn't yours to rule, bitch.
"If it weren't for that old hag... always favoring Mason, you couldn't even get to... enter that door..."
Eventually, she ran out of steam. Panting hard, she flopped onto the sofa, completely out of breath.
She even tried to win me in the chasing game? What a joke. Back in school, I always came first in both sprints and long-distance runs. I might have slacked off over the last few years, but she was still not my match.
I seized the chance to set her up. "How can you address your grandma like that?"
As expected, Joey fell right into the trap and lashed out, "Bullshit! That old hag never liked me or Richard. She only dotes on Mason. Wait, why am I even telling you this?"
She warned me, "Listen, apologize to my mom. Or I swear, we're not done."
I protested, "Apologize? For what? Mrs. Knight slapped Mase so hard. His face is swollen. I just asked her to stop. How's that wrong?"
Thinking I couldn't lie? Don't underestimate me. I finally understood that fighting vicious people with logic would do no good. Letting them have a taste of their medicine was the most effective way.
But still, a part of me was confused. Weren't women from rich families supposed to play mind games? I remember my teacher saying that the real heiresses could seethe with rage on the inside and still smile like angels on the outside.
So what was this heiress doing? She acted like a full-on street thug.
But somehow, she bought my nonsense. She wasn't as furious as she was a moment ago.
She smirked, "Good, Mason deserved that slap. He's always making my mom mad every chance he gets."
I continued, "You're family. Harmony matters most. I'll apologize to Mrs. Knight. Even if you don't allow me to marry Mason, that's fine. I just want peace for your family. I truly wish you all happiness."
"Now that's more like it," Joey said with a smug grin, throwing me a cocky glance. "And don't you dare tell anything to Mason." With that, she got up from the sofa and swaggered out the door.
Nadia, who had been watching nervously from the side the whole time, rushed to close the door as soon as Joey stepped out. She then ran back to me and reported, "Madam, I'll call Mr. Knight right away."
"No need. Just go back to your work," I said to her.
What was the point of telling Mason? I had the recording. That was way more useful. When and how to use it would be decided by Mason.
After the scene Joey caused, I had no mood left for TV. I decided to take a nap in my room. Getting cursed out like that and not being able to yell back just to maintain my virtuous act was suffocating.
As I made my way up the stairs, my thoughts drifted to what kind of impact the recording might have. I was so distracted that I missed a step. With a loud cry, I tumbled down the staircase.
"Madam, are you alright? Oh no, what do we do? Does it hurt?" Nadia asked in an urgent voice.