Chapter 4

Jackson left with his people. I sent my mother to the hospital for treatment. After confirming she was safe, I sat alone in the wrecked office all night.

At daybreak, I slowly stood up, looking at the fierce eyes reflected in the transparent glass:

"Hannah, I remember my father started divesting company assets before he died?"

Hannah answered respectfully: "The old master understood men's base nature, so he'd been guarding against the Wade family all along."

"Before he died, he not only transferred most of the company's assets abroad, but also bought ten percent of Wade family shares through offshore companies."

"If Jackson thinks he can threaten you, Miss Graves, he's badly miscalculated!"

I lowered my eyes, looking at the ring I'd always worn on my left ring finger.

Sweet memories with Jackson surfaced one by one, then dimmed and faded.

I removed the ring and threw it in the trash without hesitation, issuing my command:

"The Graves family's dignity cannot be trampled. Take action!"

Over the following days, undercurrents surged. I stayed at the hospital with my mother while Jackson took Felicity to Norway for a vacation.

Felicity was like a dog with her master's backing, sending me photos and taunts every day:

[Jackson proposed to me under the Northern Lights. He said after marriage he'd let me live in the wedding house.]

[He'll raise my child as his heir, while you're just a figurehead Mrs. Wade!]

She sent intimate videos with Jackson, deliberately showing ambiguous marks, saying triumphantly:

[Phoenix, guess why Jackson never touched you? Because he has psychological issues!]

[You're so pitiful, living your whole life being manipulated!]

Then she sent several blurry photos and quickly retracted them.

I stared at the photos, bloodshot vessels spreading across my eyeballs, my body trembling violently.

Hannah noticed my abnormality and shook me, shouting:

"Miss Graves, breathe!"

I suddenly gasped out a big breath. In just a few seconds, my clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

I closed my eyes and spoke hoarsely:

"The incident when I was sixteen—use all our resources to reinvestigate it!"

Three days later, Jackson was dragged by Felicity to the largest auction house. Almost every precious treasure at the auction was bought by her.

For a time, she was in the spotlight. Others whispered:

"A mistress acting so arrogant!"

"Who told her to have Jackson's favor? I heard he's already made her son the heir. Even Miss Graves has to avoid her!"

On the auction stage, the host began auctioning the final showpiece. Felicity, intoxicated by everyone's flattery, said without hesitation:

"Double the price! I'll take the finale treasure!"

The host smiled strangely and shouted loudly: "Miss Felicity has won the finale treasure!"

"Now let's see what this priceless treasure actually is!"

The box slowly opened, revealing a kill order with Jackson's name appearing before everyone's eyes.

In the silence, I entered the auction house with my people. I raised my gun at Jackson from across the room, my lips curling into a bloody smile:

"Jackson, for scheming against me and the Graves family, today is your death day!"