The Secret Successor

CHAPTER 322

The children of the Bennett family were having a chat on the small balcony, sitting on the bed, consuming fast food and soft drinks.

Viola made sure to keep on giving food and drinks to James, and he didn’t shy away from eating and drinking as much as his stomach could take.

And they were talking about the two women that had made a lot of negative impact on their lives.

“I thought women like Natasha were rare,” James was hissing instead of crying. “And that our Brother Russell got unlucky. But who would have thought I’d also fall for a lying piece of garbage.”

“They both are liars, but they’re different,” Viola said.

“Yeah, you’re right. Natasha isn’t a whore like Amelie,” James bickered in sadness. “My taste is much worse than Brother Russell’s. I had a crush on a woman who belonged to the streets. I couldn’t see through her facade.”

“She doesn’t just belong to the streets. She is the street,” Viola remarked. “That woman is much crazier than you think. I’ve been learning about her fr