Chapter 3

Her gaze flickered wildly, darting left and right.

"Scarlett, listen to me..."

The other woman only smiled, a faint, cold curve of her lips.

Then she haughtily tilted her head back.

She cast a scornful glance at me.

"My sister doesn't need anyone else to criticize her!"

No wonder she was defending Tiffany so fiercely; they were sisters!

"My sister says you stole it, so you definitely stole it!"

"What's a pair of thieves got to argue about?! And you had the nerve to lay a hand on someone! Let me make one thing clear: on this street, nobody talks to us sisters that way."

"A hundred grand is nothing. If my sister said a million, you'd pay it. This whole block belongs to her husband! His connections run deeper than anyone's in this city. You don't pay today, you're going to jail. And I'll make sure you can't get hired to sweep a floor in this town. You'll be finished here. Washed up. And you'll crawl out of this city with nothing."

This was truly amusing.

I couldn't help but laugh.

As the heir to a family with hundreds of millions in assets, it was the first time anyone had ever told me to get lost.

But my smile froze before it could fully form.

Tiffany swung her handbag and violently slammed it into my face.

"Bitch! What are you laughing at?!"

The metal zipper clasp swiftly cut a gash across my face, drawing blood.

"Blood... Mommy... Mommy's face is bleeding."

My daughter's sobs paused, then erupted even more fiercely.

"Daddy... I want to go home. Mommy, let's go home. Let Daddy hit her… bad woman, she's hurting you."

I believe in an eye for an eye.

With my daughter's cries ringing in my ears, I grabbed a handful of Tiffany's long hair. I aimed for her elaborately made-up face and slapped her, hard, not once but several times.

I yanked her hair hard, pulling her body flush against mine.

Let me tell you something. Growing up, I didn't just have wealth. I had strength, and I knew exactly how to use it.

"No one has ever laid a hand on me. Who do you think you are, hitting me?"

With that, I swung my palm again, giving her cheeks an even, matching swell.

The surrounding whispers cut off, plunging the scene into dead silence.

Then a powerful force struck me from behind.

I was kicked hard, sending me sprawling to the ground.