Her face was twisted with rage. Having had too much hyaluronic acid injected during her costic procedures, her face was already quite stiff. Now, in her shock, she tried to put on a commanding facade, making her look even more terrifying—like a ghostly figure.
Hearing her words, Baron’s hawk-like eyes darkened, storm brewing within them.
Just as he was about to step forward, Enna Clark reached out and pulled him back.
"I’ll handle this myself."
She casually unclasped his hand from hers and walked straight towards Miranda Lewis.
"You... what do you want?" Miranda was utterly frightened inside, but she didn’t want to show it in front of Enna. Her fear had reached its peak, yet she put on an unflinching front, lifting her chin defiantly as she spat venom, "You think I’m afraid of you? Let tell you, Enna Clark, I’m not afraid. If you have any conscience, you’d just kill ! Even as a ghost, I wouldn’t let you go. I curse you..."
Enna already had everything. She had beco the First Young Lady of the Habsden Family. Now, she had both wealth and status.
And what about herself? She was nothing.
Once doing well in the entertainnt industry, Enna used her status to suppress her.
Now she was left with nothing, despite all she had done, ending up looking like this because of costic surgery. Yet Enna felt no sympathy for her, not even considering their familial ties and handing President Lawrence over to her.
Even if Enna gave President Lawrence to her, what difference would it make? Enna would still be the First Young Lady of the Habsden Family, lacking nothing.
It was different for her. If she could gain this man’s favor, her entire life would change.
Enna had everything already, so why not give her a little?
Miranda cast a venomous gaze at Enna, her eyes burning with jealousy, "I curse you, I curse that sickly daughter of yours. Not to have..."
She didn’t finish the word "peace."
"Slap!"
The sound of a heavy slap resonated, landing on the face of the woman playing tough and fierce. Miranda was hit so hard she saw stars, her lips striking her teeth, blood filling her mouth...
She staggered, then fell to the ground, clutching her face, staring incredulously at Enna, "You dare hit ?"
"I rember hitting you before too," Enna’s palm stung from the slap. She furrowed her brow but didn’t show it, coldly glaring at Miranda, speaking deliberately, "If you had finished that last sentence, I wouldn’t just hit you—I’d make you understand what regret truly is!"
Her aura was so overpowering that Miranda’s eyes flickered with fear, yet deep down, she still looked down on Enna Clark. She only flinched for a mont before defiantly retorting, "What do you want to do? Enna Clark, would you dare kill ? If you touch , once Grandpa finds out, he’ll kill you."
The only thing she could rely on now was Enna’s grandfather. She knew her mom had gone too far before, wearing down Enna’s affection entirely, so she could only use her grandfather as leverage.
Though she and Enna weren’t related by blood, Old Master Lewis had genuinely treated Enna well in the past. But after falling ill and being hospitalized, he couldn’t care for Enna anymore.
She was aware that Enna’s last emotional tie to the Lewis Family was her grandfather, which is why, in fear, she revealed her trump card.
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