Due to the lack of oxygen, Jennie’s face was now an unflattering shade of maroon. She coughed non-stop.

“Talk! If you don’t, I’ll strangle you to death!” Gloria tightened her grip on Jennie’s neck. Gloria was skinny and looked nowhere near as rich and glamorous as Jennie, but she was half a head taller than the other woman.

After all, back then, Old Master Shaw was a handsome young man, tall and lean, while Gloria’s mother Goldie, was a big beauty with the body proportions of a model. That w