Chapter 4

Jennifer was infuriated by my laughter.

"What are you laughing at! You're at your wit's end and still playing dumb!"

She violently threw the agreement at my face.

I tilted my head slightly, the paper grazing my ear as it flew past and scattered on the floor.

"I'm laughing at how pathetically foolish you are."

I took a step closer to her.

"Didn't Musa tell you?"

"I am the legal representative of Victoria Group, and I am also the 100% controlling shareholder."

"He doesn't own a single cent of shares. What could he possibly transfer to you?"

At these words, the entire room erupted in an uproar.

Jennifer froze, then reacted as if she'd heard the most ridiculous joke. "Impossible! You're lying!"

Laura became frantic, rushing over and pointing a finger at me, screaming obscenities:

"Bitch, you think you can swallow our family's wealth? Over my dead body! Get her out of here!"

Kevin immediately rallied a few relatives, who aggressively surrounded me.

They pushed and shoved, and I, outnumbered, was directly dragged downstairs and unceremoniously thrown into the front yard.

I stood in the yard, looking at these brazen squatters, took a deep breath, and pulled out my phone to call the property manager.

"Bring your people over. Someone is attacking the owner at the Victoria residence."

In less than three minutes, several patrol cars pulled up to the villa.

A dozen security personnel quickly got out, encircling the entire yard.

I looked coldly at Jennifer on the steps. "Get out now, while you still can."

When the property manager walked forward, I froze — it was a completely unfamiliar face.

He glanced at us, frowning.

"I'm the new property manager, Johnson. Who called the police just now?"

Jennifer, initially startled, then became ecstatic.

She scurried over on her high heels, shoving the two documents in Johnson's face.

"Mr. Johnson, is it? Open your eyes and see, I am Musa's legal wife, the owner of this villa! Here's our marriage certificate!"

She pointed at me, her face contorted with rage:

"This crazy woman is not only refusing to leave my house but is also trying to seize Musa's assets! Hurry up and have your security guards throw her out!"

Johnson carefully examined the names on the marriage certificate, immediately adopting a fawning smile.

"Ah, Mrs. Musa, my apologies. Don't worry, we will absolutely not let any unauthorized persons disturb your life."

He turned and commanded the security guards behind him: "What are you waiting for? Grab this troublemaking woman and get her out of here!"

I laughed in exasperation, pulling out my phone to call Musa, wanting him to get back here immediately and clear things up.

However, only the cold, mechanical voice came through the receiver: "I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off."

"Still trying to call Musa to complain?"

Jennifer walked over, looking smug. "Victoria, you're a pathetic stray now!"

She gave a signal, and Jennifer's aggressive relatives and the security guards immediately stepped forward, pinning my shoulders down.

Norris and his opportunistic classmates also joined in the jeering, surrounding me.

During my struggle, my arm was roughly twisted behind my back, and my knee was brutally kicked. A wave of humiliation instantly washed over me.

"Let go of me!" I gritted my teeth, glaring at her.

"Still daring to glare at me?" Jennifer sneered, turning and running into the house.

When she came back out, she was holding the portrait of my mom.

"Jennifer, I dare you to touch her!"

My eyes blazed with fury, desperately trying to break free, but I was pinned down by several burly men, unable to move.

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

Jennifer held the portrait high above her head.

"Victoria, aren't you so tough?"

"Now, kneel down and call me 'Mom'! Otherwise, I'll smash your mother's portrait to pieces right now and throw it into the grimy ditch outside!"

"Kneel! Hurry up and kneel!" The relatives and classmates around us burst into loud laughter.

Humiliation and rage surged wildly in my chest, my eyes stung with unshed tears, but I bit my lip hard, refusing to shed a single tear.

"Kneel! Not going to kneel, huh?" Jennifer exerted force with both hands, about to violently smash the portrait to the ground—

Just at my most desperate, most humiliated moment.

"Screech—BANG!"

Brake sounds ripped through the air, and a black sedan skidded, slamming into the ornate iron gate outside the yard.

The car door opened, and a disheveled man was kicked out from inside.

He looked like a pathetic stray.

Jennifer recognized the person, excitedly putting the portrait aside, stumbling and rushing towards him.

"Musa, you're finally back!"