Jackson rubbed the side of his aching temples before grumbling, “Jesus Christ, I really think you and I aren’t exactly on the same IQ, discussing this with you is like discussing policies with a toddler. Look, I’m only telling you this to stop you before you double-back on the wrong idea, I’m not asking you to intervene. You do what you always do, and let me handle it, okay? The last thing I want is to drag you along into this sickening sh*tshow.”
Tiffany rolled her eyes at him and retorted, “Gee, thanks for pointing out how dumb I am. Sure, throw up buckets on your own, but don’t ignore the fact that I’m just as sickened by this whole thing already, ok? Like, just the thought of my man currently spending money on other women makes me hurl! If Bernadette were, say, my daughter, fine, parents lavishing their children is the right thing to do. But who the eff does Bernadette think she is?! Urgh!!!"
“But okay, I’m not gonna tell anyone about this. You, oh-so-clever boy, better work up your speed in solving this issue. ‘Cause if that b*tch crosses me one more time, imma rip her to shreds!”
Tiffany did not dare to suggest visiting the West Residence when the weekend came. Bernadette suddenly making an appearance in his life might cause Jackson to commit patricide if he saw his father, and Tiffany knew there was no way she could stop her fiancé by then.
Instead, she cooked up an excuse to loiter in Arianne’s place. Then, when the chance presented itself, she snuck into Mark’s study and asked, “Yo, Mark. Ever heard of Bernadette Legrand?”
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