Chapter 3

"I remember you. When our school took graduation photos, you stood behind and to the side of Claire." My voice held no emotion, yet it provoked her to change expression.

Especially when she saw that the double number of bodyguards she brought couldn't even get close to me.

She became even angrier: "You bitch have quite the memory. That's right, I went to high school with that slut."

"You don't know that your sister has been seducing people since childhood, do you? Acting all proper in front of others, but swaying her ass more than anyone behind their backs. She even dared to sway it in front of my boyfriend! If she didn't want to be fucked, what else could it be?"

She couldn't stand having the attention that belonged to her stolen away.

She was born to stand at the center of all eyes.

And my sister's beautiful and intelligent existence couldn't be allowed.

"Just because of that?" My tone finally held some fluctuation, but the coldness intensified.

"What the hell do you know! That bitch opposed me at every turn. My boyfriend actually praised her for being pretty? The prettiest person can only be me!"

"Originally, she should have been gang-raped in high school, but that bitch got lucky. Our family had a major contract at the time, and we couldn't afford any scandals at that critical moment. Otherwise, do you think I would have let her bounce around until now?"

Recalling the past, unconcealed jealous fire burned in this woman's eyes.

So there really are people in this world who would ruin someone else's life for such absurd reasons.

"Serena, your ex-boyfriend was just blind. How could there be anyone prettier than you in the world? Besides, you're the eldest daughter of the Walsh family. That Claire is just the daughter of some small merchant—she's not even worthy of carrying your shoes!" Marcus endured the severe pain in his body and flattered Serena Walsh.

The woman was very pleased, her fingers gently caressing his chest: "Don't worry. That bitch treated you this way—I'll make her wish she was dead."

I raised an eyebrow. Make me wish I was dead?

She was the first person bold enough to have such an idea.

"Get them!" She roared.

But none of the bodyguards around her moved.

"Go! Are you all dead!" She panicked.

The lead man shook his aching hand: "Miss... as soon as you arrived, we engaged with the people she brought. Although we outnumber them... we really can't beat them..."

Otherwise what?

The people by my side were all top-tier bodyguards in the country. This bunch of useless trash she brought, let alone all being taken down.

Even if their numbers doubled, it wouldn't be a problem.

"Useless! What's the point of having you!"

"Fortunately... fortunately I made backup plans."

The moment her words fell, a man slowly walked out from behind: "This is a harmonious society. Why all this talk of fighting and killing?"

The clothes on his body revealed the man's special status.

I remembered him. He seemed to be the local top official.

"Look how you've pushed her. How inappropriate." He turned his head to scold Serena Walsh.

Serena Walsh sneered: "Yes, yes, yes. Who here would dare not listen to Director Harrison?"

So when the hard approach didn't work, they brought out someone to pressure me.

"But you have to be reasonable, right? Your sister is pregnant with his child."

"You came and forcibly separated sister and brother-in-law. That's not what you as an older sister should do."

Director Harrison's face was full of fat, and his breath sprayed out as he spoke.

Disgusting.

"That's simple. After I leave, you can give him your wife." I didn't want to waste words with this bunch of trash.

I picked up my sister and turned to leave.

But I discovered that the doorway had somehow gathered a group of fierce-looking villagers.

They all held farming tools like hoes and clubs.

"Today, you're not leaving." Director Harrison smiled as he looked at my back.

He had prepared everything long ago.