The Woman From Hell

I lingered in the room for a long time. I had looked through the windows and everything, but there was no possibility of me getting out.

They probably planned this a long time ago. They had just been waiting for me to throw myself into the trap. It was my fault for being impatient and not keeping an ace up my hand.

Now, I could only pin my hopes on Shannon and Tyler. They should figure out that I was being detained at the Yards' mansion once they noticed I was not back yet. They would then find a way to break me out.

Sighing again, I collapsed onto the bed and unconsciously fell asleep.

When I woke up, the room was pitch dark.

It was nighttime.

I fumbled for the lights and then heard a sound coming from outside the door. After the sound of some rustling, Sylvester came in with food.

Seeing my hazy expression, he guessed that I had just woken up and put down the food on the table beside him. "Go wash up and have dinner."

I turned away, not wanting to look at him. I was still angry.

Sylvester did not fuss. He walked to my side and seemed to want to put a hand on my shoulder. I moved away, and his hand hung awkwardly in the air.

He cleared his throat and shoved his hand into his pocket calmly. "You can't beat Grandfather. Actually, there isn't anything bad about coming back to the Yard family. Your children will receive better education, and you can also show your strengths and flex your abilities in the Yard family's business. You won't have to stick with that small company of yours, Green Orange. And you won't have to accept attitude from anyone. Isn't that great?"

"Does that sound great to you?" I turned to look at him, my eyes cold.

Sylvester looked at me confused. "Isn't it?"

I snorted. "If the education my children were to receive turned them into cold and heartless individuals, then I would rather them grow up in an impoverished environment. At least they'll turn out to be normal people.

"You say I can display my strengths in the family business and that I won't have to accept attitude from anyone. So what? No matter how powerful the Yard family is, I refuse to be his puppet."

Needless to say, Sylvester knew who I was referring to.

The moment I said that, Sylvester looked at me helplessly and shook his head. "Grandfather was right. You should reflect on yourself. Keep waiting here, then."

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A smile crept onto my face as I continued, "I'm sure you're aware of it yourself. Since that's the case, why try to persuade me?"

Sylvester still remained silent before he picked up his feet and left the room. He locked the door behind him.

There were a lot of people outside my room. It was as if they were afraid that I would rush out the moment the door opened.

I looked at the luxurious food on the

table and went over. One could not function on an empty stomache ought to eat so that I had the strength to fight back.

I picked up the cutlery and demolished the food before me.

I did not know how they were timing things, but someone came in the moment I put down my cutlery.

How was their timing so impeccable?

Was I being monitored?

I looked around, my gaze fixing on the tiny pinprick in front of the TV. Was that a surveillance camera?

"So, you noticed?"

A voice came all of a sudden, startling me.

It was Silas.

"You actually installed one." I calmed myself and faced the lens.

"Yes. I knew you'd be up to all sorts in the room. I heard what you said to Sylvester just now."

Despite not being able to see Silas, I knew he was wearing a displeased expression at this moment.

I snorted. "So what if you did?"