The taxi driver caught up in the difficulties of surviving the economic meltdown in Vegas, didn't have the luxury of time to listen to to Mrs. Anderson scolding her daughter-in-law."Madam, if you have the money, please pay me," the driver interjected, cutting through the tension.Mrs. Anderson shot Andrea a look of contempt before settling the transport fare with the driver. Then, she turned to her neighbour, forced a smile, and addressed her, "Mrs. Wilshire, I will come to your home in the evening."With that, Mrs. Anderson dismissed the neighbour.Mrs. Anderson turned sharply to Andrea Singers, fixing her with a piercing gaze that seemed to cmonvey a desire to consume her whole. Her lips curled in a sneer as she spoke, "Andrea Singers, I fail to comprehend what my son sees in you. You are overweight, unattractive, and sorely lacking in the grace expected of a president's wife. Do you truly believe yourself worthy of my son?"In a flustered state, Andrea Singers hastily replied, "Mo
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