Chapter 45 Demand for Respect

Wesley Merritt paused, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he looked toward the kitchen doorway. Seeing his brother's reaction, Oscar Merritt's face lit up with surprise. Was his brother actually falling for Violet Leach?! "Brother, she's not that simple!" Wesley nodded. "I know. If she were, I wouldn't be interested." Oscar blinked. "..." "But she might have ulterior motives toward you." "Oh," Wesley replied flatly. Just "oh"? That's it? Oscar stared, dumbfounded, at his older brother. "What if she's after your money?" Oscar pressed. "Then I'll give it to her. Can't I afford to support her?" Wesley responded. Oscar's mouth dropped open. "What if... what if she's out to take your life?" "Who wants to take your brother's life?" Violet Leach emerged from the kitchen, carrying a dish. Oscar looked up at her, bluntly saying, "You." Wesley's brow furrowed, his face darkening with displeasure. "Me?" Violet chuckled, glancing at the dish she'd prepared. "You really underestimate me, don't you?