Chapter 2

"Touch her and you're dead!" I roared.

The bodyguards had me completely pinned down; I couldn't move an inch. Still, I shot them a look that could kill.

Everyone present was stunned.

But the next second, Chelsea slapped me hard across the face.

"Even if we add your miserable life to the tab, we Blanchards can still cover it. So what's there to even say about your little brat's life? You still want to fight me? Fine. Go ahead and call that jock over.

"Oh, wait. That's right—He was just a gigolo I hired for 1,000 dollars for you. That lowlife took the money and ran, so why would he care about you and your daughter?"

Chelsea laughed smugly and called over her daughter.

"Ella, however this little brat has been bullying you, you go ahead and pay her back. Don't you worry. Even if you beat her to death, Daddy and Mommy will cover for you."

"Okay, Mommy. I'm gonna beat her to a pulp!"

Ella had the same cruel look on her face as Chelsea. She aimed the sharp tip of her shoe at Violet's back and stomped down hard.

Violet, curled up on the ground, twisted her face in pain and hugged her small body even tighter.

"My clothes are not for the likes of you to wear, you little brat!"

My eyes, burning with fury, were locked on Chelsea and Ella.

"Violet is the daughter of Jeremiah Atkinson, the richest man in the country! If anything happens to her, ten generations of you Blanchards still wouldn't be able to afford the consequences!"

The moment I finished speaking, Chelsea spat a thick glob of phlegm onto my face and smirked contemptuously.

"She looks exactly like the gigolo, and you're telling me she's Jeremiah's daughter? Tammy, do you think we're blind?"

A few yards away, Violet convulsed a couple of times and then suddenly went still.

My heart seized instantly. Glaring viciously at Colin, I said, "Violet really is Jeremiah's daughter. Isn't your family still waiting for an investment from the Atkinson family? If something happens to her, you'll be ruined by tomorrow!"

Colin furrowed his brow and said with disgust, "So, you've been digging into me this whole time. Tammy, you make me sick. You're the one who cheated first, and now that you're flat broke, you're trying to scheme your way into winning me back?"

Chelsea kicked the back of my knee, forcing me to kneel. "Seducing Colin and teaching your daughter to steal dresses—Tammy, do you think I'm dead? What are you all standing around for? Strip that little brat's clothes off!"

At Chelsea's command, the bodyguards immediately moved to act.

Violet's dress was torn into strips and thrown to the ground. Even the crown on her head was stomped out of shape by Ella.

Not a single person on site helped us. Instead, they all took pleasure in our misery.

"Serves them right. They've got some nerve stealing from the Blanchard family. Everyone knows Mrs. Blanchard isn't someone to mess with."

"Last time, some clueless college girl tried to seduce Mr. Blanchard. When Mrs. Blanchard found out, she stripped her naked that same night and threw her onto Bar Street. By morning, the girl had gone insane."

Chelsea looked at the naked Violet triumphantly. "She's not bad-looking. Don't you think crippling her now would count as a good deed?"

With a casual wave of her hand, the bodyguards reached for Violet's arm.

Rage burned in my chest, and my eyes turned red.

"If any of you lay another hand on her, you'll regret it! I can prove she's Jeremiah's daughter!"