Chapter 3

My throat was violently seized.

My breath was stolen.

Oxygen gradually depleted. I met Lucas Carter's bloodshot eyes and heard his voice, vicious to the point of madness.

"Gardenia, don't think I won't dare kill you!"

"You're nothing but the Carter family's dog." Lucas Carter forcefully threw me to the ground. Champagne glass shards all pierced my skin, creating countless small wounds. The pain made me shudder, and then Lucas Carter grabbed my hair. "When I tell you to kneel, you kneel!"

"When I tell you to die! You die!"

Lucas Carter smiled at me.

"But today, I don't really want you to die."

"After all," Lucas Carter patted my face, "such a good plaything, how could I let it die so easily? Don't you agree!"

I looked at Lucas Carter so close.

I remembered that day when Yolanda sent me a video, her tone boastful.

[I just told Asher that Rusty scared me, and Asher skinned Rusty alive.]

[You know what, next time I'll tell Asher that you're actually scary too. Will Asher skin you alive too?]

[So funny!]

[You're nominally Mrs. Carter, but you're actually worth less than a servant.]

Now, meeting Lucas Carter's expression, a sweetness rose in my throat. As Lucas Carter raised his hand to slap my face again, I spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto his face.

Watching his expression shift from brief shock to disgusted revulsion, I smiled.

"That's right, Lucas Carter."

"How could you die so quickly?" I used his tone and smiled too. "After all, such a fun game, how can we not play it to the end?"

Since I came back.

I never intended to let Carter Corporation go. Those who killed Rusty back then, I want them all to pay the price one by one.

Rusty died so cruelly. How could I let them go?

Seeing my stubborn defiance.

Lucas Carter suddenly released my hair and wiped the bloody phlegm from his face.

"That's right."

"Some things, if you don't torture them slowly, how can you be satisfied?"

"Since you've come back," Lucas Carter looked at me, "then let's play properly."

Lucas Carter stopped looking at me and ordered the security guards.

"Watch her."

"Don't let her escape."

Then Lucas Carter returned to his gentle and considerate demeanor toward Yolanda. "Does it hurt?"

He gently wiped away Yolanda's tears. "I'll take you to a private room."

Yolanda cried into his arms.

"With you, I don't hurt."

"With you here," Yolanda sobbed, "I'm not afraid of anything."

I watched Lucas Carter carry Yolanda horizontally out of the room. I slumped to the ground, the tiny wounds all over my body making me frown in pain. Those sycophants around me started spewing.

"Who knows where this thing came from, daring to hurt Mr. Carter. Mr. Carter not taking half your life today is already mercy. Get lost."

"Exactly! I heard before that you're just an orphan girl Old Master Carter picked up from outside. Old Master Carter raised you, but you repaid kindness with enmity and went after Miss Yolanda. You deserved to be kicked out."

"Not gonna lie," someone smiled and opened their phone, "I still have that dog's torture video saved."

That person opened their album and found the torture video.

The others gathered around saying, "Let me see."

"I want to see too."