Jovana Shaw discreetly glanced at the water in her hand, and said, "Aurelia Shaw, I grew up with you and know your temper better than anyone. Even if you were given an invitation, if you didn't want to come, no one could force you." This is what she hated the most, despised, why did she live more freely than her?

"Even if you can't stand the sight of me, you should give our dad some face, right? With the younger daughter getting engaged and the older daughter not showing up, how will those uncles and aunts perceive our dad's dignity?"

"He doesn't want me anymore, so why should I care about saving his face?" Aurelia retorted. Those words at the hospital were meant for her to hear, don't think she hadn't noticed.

The intentions of Clara Philips and her daughter, she had long seen through after all these years.

"So what if you're not dad's biological daughter, let me tell you the truth, what dad said was just out of anger. It was my mother and I who deliberately slandered you in front of dad, saying that after knowing you're not his biological daughter, you wanted to ruin the company.

After that, dad regretted it and wanted to call you back every day, but couldn't bring himself to, so he found some other excuses to call you." Jovana said.

Aurelia didn't know if what Jovana was saying was true or false, but she no longer cared.

She glanced at the increasingly desolate outside, took a sip from the bottle of water. If she didn't jump into the elaborate trap set for her, wouldn't she greatly disappoint the opposition?

Jovana watched her throat move as she swallowed, her eyes darkening with malice.

...

The car stopped in a desolate place.

Jovana curled her lips, looking at the unconscious Aurelia slumped in the back seat, she smiled triumphantly, "Carry her inside for me!"

Two men in black entered and dragged Aurelia out.

...

"Splash!"

A glass of water was thrown on Aurelia's face.

Aurelia groggily opened her eyes, and amidst the blur saw Jovana looking at her triumphantly, with five or six men standing behind.

"Hiss!" She felt a sharp pain on her scalp as her hair was yanked up, exposing her delicate face, crystal water droplets rolling down her cheeks. Her lips were red like blood, with a faint smile playing at the corners, her eyes cold and icy, sending shivers down one's spine.

Jovana loathed that look in her eyes the most, she raised her hand but suddenly stopped under Aurelia's cold gaze.

Aurelia sneered, "If you don't want this hand of yours, then go ahead and strike."

"You!" Jovana held back, clenched her fist, and lowered her hand. This woman really unnerved her; she had something uncanny about her. Several times she tried to harm her, only to be harmed in return.

But this time, she absolutely wouldn't give her the chance.

She specifically called her here when she was alone, even if she died here, no one would find out.

Thinking of this, Jovana's mood lifted, and she smiled, "Aurelia, now that you're in my hands, how dare you still act so arrogant."

Aurelia's hands and feet were tied, likely because Jovana feared she might escape. Hearing this, she lightly smiled, "Isn't this Clara Philips's plan? To raise me into a good-for-nothing, spoiled brat, I grew up exactly as you envisioned, now are you not satisfied with your creation?"

Aurelia's values were somewhat twisted; her upbringing lacked maternal and paternal love. She regarded Mason Nightshade, who once extended a helping hand, as the most important person and married him. After experiencing life and death, her already flawed values underwent another violent distortion.