Chapter 5

Leo Vance seemed stung by the disappointment in my eyes, his gaze flickering for a moment.

But he quickly recovered, anger spreading across his face.

He threw a divorce agreement in front of me, his cold, dark eyes identical to Julian Vance’s.

“Sign this divorce agreement and get out of the Vance family. Make way for Serena Mom!”

I gritted my teeth.

“No, not yet…”

Leo Vance thought it was an excuse to buy time.

He raged.

“Then don’t blame me for being rough!”

He ordered someone to bring a bucket of water and mercilessly pushed my head into it.

One minute… two minutes…

Bubbles gurgled to the surface.

In my blurred consciousness, I thought I saw a younger Leo, smiling sweetly at me.

“Auntie.”

But when my head was pulled out again, his face was utterly ruthless.

“Still not agreeing?”

I bit my lip hard, enunciating each word.

“Never.”

Leo Vance’s lips thinned into a straight line, and he pushed me back into the water.

After continuous torture, I was barely breathing.

Seeing that I wouldn’t yield, he snorted coldly.

“I’ll come back another day to take good care of you, until you agree.”

He sneered.

“Mom.”

Before completely falling into unconsciousness, I clutched the necklace concealing the chip, thinking:

“Don’t worry. The day I avenge sister is the day I leave.”

“I won’t spare Julian Vance, and I don’t want you either.”

…

On the day the new project launched, as I was leaving the house, I coincidentally ran into Leo Vance, who was heading to school.

A malicious glint flashed in his eyes.

My heart suddenly lurched.

But when I looked again, his small face had already changed to one of docile obedience.

“Goodbye, Dad. Goodbye, Mom.”

I suppressed the strange feeling in my heart, took a deep breath, and got into the car heading downtown.

This project collaboration was incredibly important. The attendees at the ribbon-cutting ceremony were all prominent figures from various industries.

I hadn’t found the exact location of the lab, so the evidence I had wouldn’t be a devastating blow to Julian Vance on its own.

But with the complex web of powerful figures present today, if I merely hinted at the truth, many rivals would surely launch their own investigations.

This was my perfect opportunity to bring Julian Vance down.

My entire body trembled with excitement, revenge so close.

When it was my turn to speak, the screen behind me changed.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd.

I picked up the microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to report Julian Vance for illegally researching mind-control drugs for unfair competition and personal gain…”

But the crowd’s expressions weren’t outrage; instead, they were a gossipy, entertained curiosity, as if watching a show.

I sensed something was wrong. I turned around, and when I saw what was on the screen, my blood ran cold.

The large screen behind me displayed not the content extracted from my chip, but rather, my sister, covered in wounds.