Chapter 4

I put on a hat and mask to go to the pharmacy to buy gauze.

The moment I walked out of the apartment complex gate, an egg smashed into my forehead.

Egg liquid mixed with blood flowed into my eyes, stinging sharply.

"That's her! That shameless homewrecker!"

Several young girls rushed up.

They held rotten vegetable leaves and garbage they'd just pulled from trash cans, frantically throwing them at me.

"Die, you bitch!"

"How dare you steal Chloe's fiancé!"

I was pushed to the ground, my knees scraping against the pavement and losing a large patch of skin. I was utterly disheveled.

More and more onlookers gathered around. No one came forward to help. They all held up their phones, taking photos and videos.

I struggled to my feet and pushed through the crowd to move forward.

With every step, garbage pelted my back.

When I got back to the rental, my whole body reeked.

As soon as I took off my filthy clothes, my phone rang.

It was Johnson calling.

"Enjoying getting beaten?"

"This is what happens when you offend Chloe."

His voice dripped with smug superiority.

"Record an apology video right now and post it online."

"Admit that you were just jealous of Chloe and that you seduced Robinson."

"Otherwise, I'll flush your mother's ashes down the toilet right now!"

The hand holding my phone trembled uncontrollably.

"Johnson, you wouldn't dare!"

He laughed coldly.

"Listen to this."

The sound of a toilet flushing came through the phone.

My rationality completely collapsed in that moment.

"Don't touch her!"

"I agree! I'll agree to anything!"

I collapsed to my knees on the floor, shouting into the phone.

Johnson hung up with satisfaction.

I looked at myself in the mirror, covered in filth. The wound on my forehead still seeped blood, my eyes full of bloodshot veins.

I picked up my phone and dialed another number.

The phone only rang once before it was answered. Robinson's voice was low and calm.

"Made up your mind?"

My voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

"Help me get my mother's ashes back."

"Okay."

Half an hour later, Robinson brought over a dozen people and kicked down the door of the Franklin family villa.

Johnson and Bella were in the living room drinking champagne in celebration.

Seeing Robinson storm in with people, they were so scared their glasses fell to the floor.

"Mr. Wilson, what are you doing?"

Robinson kicked over the coffee table in front of him. Glass shattered everywhere.

"Looking for something."

The people he brought immediately spread out and began ransacking the villa.

Chloe ran downstairs screaming to stop them.

"What are you doing! This is trespassing!"

Robinson walked over and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her entire body up.

"Where are the ashes?"

Chloe's face turned red, her hands frantically beating against Robinson's arm.

Johnson was so frightened his legs went weak. He fell to his knees with a thud.

"In the basement! In the storage room in the basement!"

A few minutes later, a bodyguard came out carrying a dusty urn.

Robinson released his grip. Chloe fell to the ground, coughing violently.

He took the urn and turned to stride away.