Chapter 2

“Verian Mont! Why are you here?”

Suddenly, the cold voice of a middle-aged woman resonated across the room. She turned around and saw her stepmother, Queena Sheen, walking in from outside.

The scumbag couple upstairs looked down as they heard the commotion.

A hint of panic flashed across Jensen’s eyes. “Verian, you, why are you back?”

Verian Mont sneered and stared at Jensen. “This is my house, why can’t I come back?”

Wanelle Sheen, who was still in Jensen’s embrace, raised the corner of her red lips and scoffed, “Your house? This villa does not belong to the Mont Family anymore.”

Verian Mont frowned, “What do you mean?”

Dressed in a mini skirt and high heels, Wanelle Sheen walked down the stairs. “Your father, Grayson Mont, committed suicide by jumping off a building 10 months ago. He left behind a huge pile of debt. This villa would have been mortgaged if it wasn’t for my mother! Thus, this house does not belong to the Mont Family anymore. It is now the property of the Sheen’s Family!”

‘Jumped off a building… committed suicide? How is that possible!’

Verian Mont grabbed Wanelle Sheen’s collar. Paleness washed over her face as she bellowed in anger, “This is nonsense! How is it possible that my dad committed suicide by jumping off a building! Make it clear!”

“Talk nicely and keep your hands off me! Verian Mont, let me go!”

Boom!

Jensen shoved Verian hard to the ground.

An excruciating pain shot through her body!

She glared at Jensen and Wanelle Sheen with bloodshot eyes. “Give me back my father! Did both of you join hands to kill my father?!”

“Enough! You still have the nerve to ask about your father? Where were you when your father was in trouble! You vanished without a trace for 10 months, and only now you think of your father? Hah! Your short-lived father was forced by the creditors to commit suicide a long time ago!”

“It’s impossible! I credited 10 million to his account! It’s impossible for him to commit suicide out of desperation!”

“10 million? Hah, stop daydreaming! Where did you get 10 million?”

Verian Mont’s head throbbed. A frightening assumption flashed across her mind as she stared at Wanelle Sheen’s evil eyes.

Queena Sheen, her father’s second wife, who was also her stepmother, kept the 10 million that she earned by sacrificing her dignity and innocence to herself.

The 10 million was the money to save her father!

Verian Mont trembled. She said in a quivering voice, “You kept the 10 million, didn’t you? You were the ones who killed my father, right?! Give me back my father! You all should give me back my father…!”

She stood up. Swiftly, she grabbed a fruit knife on the table and waved the knife at Queena Sheen and Wanelle Sheen!

“Ahhh! She’s crazy! Jensen! Stop that lunatic!”

Jensen grabbed her wrist. The knife slit her arm and fell to the ground, and Jensen kicked it away.

Feeling defensive, Queena Sheen stared at her and yelled furiously, “Wanelle! Get her father’s urn and give it back to her!”

With her mouth open, Verian Mont stared blankly at the urn.

‘Father’s urn… Is he really inside?’

Queena Sheen snatched the urn and tossed it towards Verian Mont. “Cemeteries nowadays are so expensive! Leaving the urn at home will bring us bad luck too! Take it! Don’t tell anyone that you know us when you see us in the future!”

Verian Mont embraced the urn tightly as tears dripped down her cheeks. “Father… why did you commit suicide… I didn’t get the chance to see your face for the last time. How could you leave me… you said that you will wait for me to come back… you promised me…”

“Get out of here with your father’s urn! Jensen! Kick her out!”

Jensen dragged her by her injured arm and pushed her out of the door. He ‘kindly’ threw a hundred-dollar bill at her. “Verian Mont, it’s going to rain heavily soon. Take a cab and leave now! Don’t ever come back here again!”

She held tightly onto the hundred-dollar bill. “Are you trying to send a beggar away?”

In a matter of seconds, the bill was torn into pieces by her slender fingers. She threw the money into his face. “Jensen, I swear at any cost that you and the Sheens will pay back more than a thousand times for what you did to me in the future!”

Impatience crossed Jensen’s brows, and he slammed the door hard!

A gust of wind washed over her pale face as the door was slammed shut. It was piercing cold.

Hugging her father’s urn, Verian Mont dragged her exhausted body and walked in the heavy rain. Her silhouette appeared long and lonely under the dark.

“Father, I am bringing you back home.”

After walking for a while, Verian Mont’s weak knees gave in. She plopped down and knelt in the freezing rain. She carefully embraced the urn and covered it with her slender arms. Her pale and petite face looked down, and the corner of her mouth twitched. “Father, Verian can’t go any further. We lost our house… but one day, I will bring you back to our house…!”

A dazzling light suddenly appeared under the rainy night.

An understated luxurious, limited-edition, black Maybach braked and stopped abruptly.

The driver looked out from the window and saw the weak figure that had passed out. Nervously, he said, “President Fudd, we’re in trouble. We just hit a woman.”

It was hard to see the man’s emotions as his cold face was hidden in the dark. He spoke with an emotionless voice, “Carry her inside and take her to the hospital.”