All Chapters of The Sweetest Revenge: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

The alley was damp and dark, filled with a musty stench.Lindsay was shoved twice by one of the girls, her back slamming against the clammy wall.She frowned, eyes cold, staring up at the four to five teens standing in front of her."Lindsay, who do you think you're putting on that act for, huh? Walking around like someone owes you money? Your parents don't even care about you, so why the attitude?""You're seriously annoying to look at. Always acting like some emotionless ice queen.""You're glued to Harry all day. Anyone who doesn't know might think you two are a thing. You do realize he's someone Vivi likes, right? Ever heard of boundaries?"One after another, they took turns mocking and belittling her.Before, when they thought she was truly a family member of the Fordhams, they'd at least pretended to be polite, even if they disliked her.But now that everyone knew she wasn't favored in the family, there was no need to keep up appearances.None of them was short on money.

Everyone in the alley was taken away by the cops.Giselle's hand was injured, so a female officer immediately disinfected and bandaged the wound.The sting of alcohol sent a wave of pain through her entire body. Her face instantly went pale, and her long eyelashes trembled, the pain making her look heartbreakingly fragile.Vivian, sitting in the same police car, suddenly felt much better.She sneered. "Serves you right!"Giselle glanced over coldly. Her lips curled up slightly before she looked down and feigned concern, asking, "Officer, are you sure I don't need a rabies shot?"The female officer recognized Giselle. She'd had a good impression of her from the start, so her tone visibly softened."Well, if it were a dog bite, then yes, a rabies shot would definitely be required! Hold on, Ms. Stone. I'll check with the captain."Vivian exploded again. "Giselle! You're the dog here! Your whole family are dogs!"How dare Giselle imply she was a dog? She should've bitten her harde

"Sorry to bother you so late, Ms. Stone," the security guard said. "But we saw a man acting suspiciously outside your door on the surveillance footage."Giselle's drowsiness vanished instantly.She didn't wake Lindsay. Instead, she threw on a coat and headed straight for the security office.The night was dark and silent. By the time she arrived, ten minutes had already passed."I told you—I'm not a thief! I know the person who lives here! If you don't believe me, just look me up online. Do I look like someone who'd be stealing? I'm Jonathan Lawson! Mark my words—you might be out of a job tomorrow."The security office was brightly lit and filled with noise. The two guards on duty held their ground, unaffected by the man's name-dropping or threatening tone. They had no intention of letting him go until the homeowner confirmed his identity.This was the scene Giselle saw when she entered the security office.The two guards immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Ms. Stone, do you

It was Chester.He came to a stop at Giselle's side, standing there with an unmistakable air of possessiveness surrounding him. His gaze was sharp and hostile as he stared Jonathan down.The battle between uncle and nephew was set, one spark away from erupting.Jonathan's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles audibly cracking. His face was dark as night, and the way he looked at Chester was like a predator sizing up its prey.But Chester didn't so much as flinch. He stared right back, those pitch-black eyes of his unfathomably deep.Giselle was a little surprised. "Mr. F—Chester, you're only just getting back?"She was about to call him "Mr. Fordham", but catching Jonathan's stormy expression from the corner of her eye, she changed it just in time.And as expected, the second that intimate address left her lips, Jonathan's expression darkened even further."You two aren't even married," Jonathan snapped, practically grinding his teeth. "She's not my aunt. Stop with the nonsense.

"Harry, I'm warning you—delete that photo. I'll count to three!" Jonathan ground out the threat through clenched teeth.His expensive suit was a wrinkled mess, and after spending the night outside, the dark circles under his eyes made him look worn and haggard—nothing like his usual polished, elite self.Harry, clutching his phone, grinned like the little devil he was. "No way! I was just about to send it to the group chat too!"He was doing it on purpose, obviously.Jonathan dared to treat Giselle so badly before. He was nothing but a heartless jerk and deserved to be shot by a thousand arrows.Harry was just about to return to the Stone residence to grab his basketball. The moment he opened the door to his apartment unit, he saw Jonathan sitting there like a homeless man—eyes closed, leaning against the wall.Clearly, Jonathan was lying in wait for Giselle.But Harry wasn't the least bit afraid of Jonathan in his furious state. He even patted his own cheek provocatively and sa