Chad Jennings had always been a scoundrel, and those he’d berated in the past were now seizing the chance for payback.

Someone deliberately asked in a loud voice, "Chad Jennings, what crime did your daughter commit, anyway?"

Chad Jennings covered his face and waved his hands dismissively. "Don’t ask so many questions. It’s all a misunderstanding. Disperse, everyone, just disperse."

Mrs. Judd wouldn’t let him hide the truth. She boomed, "His daughter? She drugged my son! If my family hadn’t investigated, my son would have been framed and sent to prison because of her!"

"That woman is vicious!"

She needed to sway public opinion first, so she wouldn’t be caught off guard when Vincent Grant came looking for trouble.

"Ooooh—"

The crowd drew out the sound, their gazes now fixed on Joanna Sherman with utter contempt.

’So beautiful on the outside, but so despicable to the core.’

"I need to call my daughter and tell her to stay away from this woman! It’ll be a real problem if she gets targeted one day."

"My son said he admired her. How terrifying. I need to have a talk with him. She’s a femme fatale—you wouldn’t even know how you died at her hands."

"I think Old Zhang’s and Old Wang’s daughters are quite taken with her too. I’d better go warn them. Stay as far away from her as possible!"

Although the coat that had been knocked off was draped over her again, the brand seared onto her reputation could never be removed.

She, who had been as noble as a princess her whole life and always carried herself like a goddess, was knocked from her pedestal, her dignity swept away.

As Joanna Sherman was pushed into the car, a sudden flash of light made her squint.

She instinctively looked toward the source and saw someone standing on high ground under a distant tree, watching her through a pair of binoculars.

The woman had a slender figure. The corners of her lips were curved into a slight smile that was both detached and faintly mocking.

Just like how she had once looked when she’d ordered others to bully Sophia Shaw, and then watched it happen!

The scene was shockingly similar; only their positions were reversed!

Joanna Sherman ground her teeth in hatred, on the verge of going insane.

’I want to bite her to death!’

’Tear her apart!’

’Stomp her into a bloody pulp!’

"Hurry up!" The officer, growing impatient, gave her a shove.

Joanna Sherman disappeared into the police car.

Sophia Shaw slowly lowered her binoculars.

She had never forgotten a single minute of Joanna Sherman’s bullying. She had always held back from retaliating, but only because of Joanna’s relationship with Vincent Grant.

She had humbly thought she could repay her debt to Vincent Grant by choosing not to hold a grudge.

After all, Joanna Sherman was the woman Vincent Grant loved.

But Vincent Grant had been willing to harm even her grandmother. Who cares about his precious goddess now!

Chad Jennings and Yvonne Sherman had been utterly humiliated, and with their daughter dragged away, they were frantic, practically hopping on the spot.

They rushed to plead their case with the Judds.

The moment the Judds learned the whole story, they were filled with hatred for them. They refused to listen to a single word and simply turned and walked away.

"What do we do? What do we do?" Chad Jennings slapped his forehead, completely at a loss.

Yvonne Sherman shoved him. "Quick, find Vincent Grant!"

This had blown up so much; no one but Vincent Grant could solve it!

Only then did Chad Jennings frantically dial Vincent Grant’s number.

The line rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Chad Jennings had no choice but to call Jack Holloway. "Assistant Holloway, where did Vincent Grant go? Why isn’t he answering his phone?"

Jack Holloway replied, "President Grant was taken back by the Grant family. He hasn’t returned yet..."

’This is a disaster!’

Chad Jennings squatted on the ground, grabbing at his hair in a frenzy.

Yvonne Sherman was also so furious she felt faint. She clutched her forehead, her body swaying.

"How did things turn out like this! How did it come to this!"

’Joanna Sherman has always been so careful, never leaving loose ends for people to grab onto. How did she get caught on camera this time?’

’Where did that car come from?’

’Why was it parked right there, with its dashcam perfectly positioned to record her?’

’And how were the Judds able to find it so easily!’

’The chances of something like this happening were less than one in ten thousand. How could it...’

After getting into her car, Sophia Shaw called Mrs. Sawyer. "Godmother, Joanna Sherman has been taken away. Thank you."

The Judd family, with their own resources, certainly couldn’t have uncovered so much. It was Mrs. Sawyer who had stepped in to help.

"Why be so formal with me," Mrs. Sawyer said. "My daughter was bullied. Of course her mother had to step in!"

"Godmother..."

Sophia Shaw’s eyes instantly turned red.

Mrs. Sawyer shared no blood with her, yet she had given her more love than anyone.

"However, if that waiter recants his testimony, and Joanna Sherman uses the excuse that she was drunk and the money was just a tip, she could very well be released. You need to be mentally prepared for that."

Mrs. Sawyer had clawed her way through vicious battles before; she was naturally familiar with these kinds of tactics.

What she left unsaid was that as soon as Vincent Grant was free, he could use these very methods to rescue Joanna Sherman.

"I know," Sophia Shaw said.

She couldn’t stop Vincent Grant from loving his goddess, but exposing Joanna Sherman’s true face and having her locked up for a while was a victory in itself.

After dealing with Joanna Sherman, Sophia Shaw returned to the office.

Levin Sawyer, who had already heard what happened, called her back, his voice filled with rage.

"Those bastards! How dare they bully you, Uncle Shaw, and your grandmother like this! They must have a death wish!"

"And what the hell is Vincent Grant? If you hadn’t sacrificed your future to save him back then, he’d still be kneeling in some corner begging investors for cash."

"Repaying kindness with hatred! He’s shameless!"

Levin Sawyer knew what happened back then better than anyone.

His own mother’s unfortunate marriage had left an indelible scar on Sophia’s heart, giving her an instinctual fear of marriage and family.

It was for this very reason that he had never dared to confess his feelings.

It had even taken a long time for Sophia to accept his own mother, Mrs. Sawyer, and be willing to call her godmother.

After that one mixed-up night with Vincent Grant, she was consumed by guilt.

Feeling she had already ruined his relationship, she was adamant about not ruining his future as well. That was why she had been willing to destroy her own prospects and marry him, despite her extreme fear of marriage and family!

Sophia Shaw had sacrificed so much, yet not only was that Grant fellow ungrateful, he even acted like the victim.

’Shameless!’

"Faye..."

He had so much he wanted to say, but in the end, it all came down to one sentence: "Take good care of yourself."

After hanging up, Levin Sawyer immediately wrote a letter of complaint and sent it directly to the Grant family!

If Vincent Grant dared to help a villain do evil, then he deserved an even greater punishment!

And Joanna Sherman deserved to stay locked up for much longer!

「That night.」

「The Grant residence.」

The sound of sharp cracks echoed endlessly.

The entire Grant family stood in the room, silently watching as Julian Grant administered the family discipline.

The family discipline had been used rather frequently of late.

Julian Grant’s arms were bulging, his muscles taut and explosive. With a swing of the rod, Vincent Grant’s body lurched violently, and a hand that had been resting on his knee slammed onto the floor for support.

The rod made a dull thud as it struck flesh, then bounced back.

Vincent Grant didn’t make a sound, but the veins popping on his skin were taut and twisted.

Jack Holloway had come to get instructions from Vincent Grant about work.

Seeing Vincent being beaten so severely, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

He didn’t dare interfere in the Grant family’s private affairs, so he could only clutch his phone and keep glancing outside.

Old Mrs. Grant sat in her seat, watching her grandson being beaten so fiercely, her stern expression never softening. Although her heart ached, she didn’t open her mouth to say a single word in his defense.

’When you do something wrong, you must be punished.’

Eleanor Crawford was kind-hearted by nature. Unable to bear seeing her brother-in-law beaten like this, she turned her face away.

A pair of arms reached out, pulling her into an embrace.

Eleanor Crawford saw it was Miles Grant and silently took a step back.

Miles Grant’s arms were left empty.

His fingers, hovering in mid-air, clenched once before falling silently to his side.

Claire Grant’s husband was gravely ill, so she couldn’t be there.

Among the daughters, only Lena Grant was present.

Although she felt sorry for her younger brother, the Grant family’s discipline was extremely strict; if you made a mistake, you had to accept the punishment.

She too could only press her lips together and watch.

Shane Grant, on the other hand, just crossed his arms and watched the show.

He used to be quite fond of his younger brother, Vincent.

He’d liked his courage to love and hate fiercely, his rebellious and untamable spirit, and his willingness to face the consequences of his actions.

But lately, Vincent seemed to be completely blind, and suddenly, Shane didn’t like him as much anymore.

As the beating continued, the door was suddenly thrown open from the outside.

A figure rushed in from outside.