Chapter 2

Footsteps sounded from the foyer.

Vivian's coquettish voice could be heard as she ordered Thomas' subordinates to move her luggage. "Be careful! Thomas bought these for me at an auction! I don't want you breaking any of it!"

She stood in the luxurious villa and looked around. The greed and provocation were evident in her eyes. She then saw me sitting on the sofa, going through a file with my back to her.

She walked over and said, "Jessica, Thomas said that this place has a better environment and told me to move in so we could connect more. You won't mind, right?"

I kept my head down and turned the page for the financial report in my hands. My voice was indifferent. "I do mind."

Vivian didn't expect me to be so straightforward and wasn't even willing to put on an act.

She was taken aback at first, but then smiled even more arrogantly. "It doesn't really matter. These are Thomas' orders. He said that after I learn business management, I'll be the real lady of the house in the future."

With that said, she walked towards the wine cabinet.

She picked up one of the crystal wine glasses I had and said, "This glass looks nice. I'll use it as my drinking glass."

Seeing that I was still ignoring her, Vivian sat down by my side and took the file from my hand.

"What are you looking at? You're not allowed to look at these documents in the future! Only I can read these reports in the future!"

The A4 paper was pulled out of my hand. The sharp edges gave me papercuts.

Only then did I raise my head and look at Vivian.

The way I looked at her was cold and indifferent, as if I was looking at a pile of rubbish.

To be honest, it had been a long time since I had seen someone with a death wish.

"Who said you could come in here?"

"Thomas, of course! Who do you think..."

I interrupted her calmly, but my voice was somehow domineering. "There's only one lady of the house, and that's me."

Vivian was a little stunned by my domineering aura, but she quickly stood up and puffed her chest as she looked down on me.

"You dare lay a finger on me? Thomas said that yesterday was the last time that he was going to let you off. If you dare do anything to me again, he'll just kick you out of the house!"

I smiled softly.

My smile was cold and gave Vivian the shivers.

I stood and pulled out the gun, which was at my waist, and loaded it in front of Vivian.

"Lay a finger on you? That's a waste of my time!"

I suddenly raised my hand.

This caused her to scream and squat down with her hands on her head.

What she thought was the end wasn't.

My gun wasn't aimed at her; it was aimed at the wine cabinet behind her.

The next second, there was a loud bang.

The sound of glasses shattering echoed in the room. The flying shards had even cut Vivian's waist, leaving a deep blood trail.

Vivian was dumbfounded. Her face was pale, and she was too stunned to even make any noise.

"The cabinet's got dirt on it. Get someone to clean it up."

John immediately nodded.

I looked at the trembling Vivian, squatted down, and warned, "The last person who dared to act so arrogantly in front of me was a person called Luke. I've already sent him to the underworld yesterday. I don't mind sending you down to the underworld to keep him company if you don't believe me."

With that, I stood up, took out my phone, and dialed Thomas' number.

I put the call on the loudspeaker.

"I'll give you 20 minutes to clean out your woman and all her rubbish. If she doesn't leave within that time, you can just prepare for her funeral."