Chapter 122 Mysophobia

"It belonged to my mother, and of course, I'm going to get it back! How can I leave it to an outsider!"

Carlos frowned. "But at the end of the day, Nydia was the one who stayed by the side of your mother's death bed when she passed away."

"I don't care! It was my mother's belongings, which means it is mine now!" George was a bit irritated.

"There's a way you can get it back. "Carlos laughed.

George's eyes lit up. "Really?! Why didn't you tell me?"

"If you marry her, it would be jointly owned by you two. That would also be what your mother wishes to see in heaven."

"Holy shit! That tomboy? You want me to marry her? Are you kidding! That's my life and my future we are talking about." The suggestion gave George creeps.

Carlos ignored him but took out his cell phone to check on the latest entertainment news.

He raised up his eyes to take a look at Jordy and jested, "Your ex-wife, tut."

That was all he said.