Chapter 2

The helicopter was hit by the signal flare, swaying and rocking in midair, nearly losing control.

Shanna almost fell out.

Blake caught her in his arms, still shaken, and roared at me in the garbage heap:

"Lauren Yale, have you lost your mind!"

He wore a microphone headset, his tremendous rage filling the entire landfill.

Under the night sky, several helicopters circled overhead—all Blake's friends from the elite circle, men and women wearing masks and watching my humiliation from above.

"Is Lauren trying to get herself killed? Even now she's still got such a temper!"

"I think she's forgotten where she came from—a nobody who became somebody! She should take a good look at herself!"

"Exactly. A scholarship student who married Mr. Whitmore, lived the good life for a few years, and now thinks she's too good to treat the household staff decently!"

"Mr. Whitmore is right to do this. If he doesn't teach her a lesson, she'll really believe she's upper class!"

They all wore microphones, their mocking laughter mixing with the pervasive garbage stench.

I couldn't be bothered with them. The signal flare had been sent—it wouldn't be long before people from the organization came to deal with them.

Did they really think I was just some jealous wife?!

I might not be wealthy, but my authority was far above these people!

By crossing me, they'd triggered a bomb!

"Mr. Whitmore, Mrs. Whitmore has such a delicate constitution. Let me go down and search instead. After all, she's used to making me dig through trash anyway. I'm nobody—let someone lowly like me do the trash-digging."

Shanna put on her fake act.

Blake looked at her with heartbreak, his voice tender:

"You're too kind. Kind women get bullied. I won't let you be so understanding."

The scene pierced my heart. This housekeeper had been hired by Blake just a month ago.

Five years of marriage couldn't compete with a new housekeeper.

Seeing me cover my nose and stand frozen, Blake commanded me again with finality:

"Until you find Shanna's mother's keepsake, don't even think about leaving!"

I snorted coldly. "We'll see if I can leave or not! I was blind to marry you! Blake Whitmore, our marriage is over!"

Blake turned red with anger. "I gave you too much indulgence, and this is what you've become! I won't coddle you anymore!"

With that, he coldly ordered his subordinates over the phone:

"Release the toads. Don't stop until Mrs. Whitmore gets her precious hands dirty digging through garbage!"