“How does it feel to be slapped in your own face? You tried to frame me multiple times have you ever considered that there would be consequences?”
Bethany felt a mixture of hunitiation and anger, but the pain from her swollen face made it impossible for her to say anything
Finally, Faye and Brin Ignored the tense atmosphere and rushed onto the stage, freeing the disheveled Bethany from the guards‘ grip. Knowing it was best not to continue lingering at the venue, they escorted Bethany off, supporting her as she walked away in embarrassment. Before leaving, they refrained from making any more throats, just glaring of sheena.
Sheena was utterly dismissive of their hostile glare. After all, only the weak rolle methods to intimidate others.
With Erin and her companions gone, the atmosphere at the veue remained touse. While guests were initially shocked upon learning that Sheena was Jean’s master, witnessing her publicly reprimand Bethany transformed their shock into fear.
It was only when Jean expressed warm wishes for the Moore Group’s grand opening in the video call that the atmosphere gradually eased, bringing the event back on track. Despite the ups and downs, the Moore Group’s grand opening was a success, especially with Jean’s well wishes at the end.
Vanessa and Kennedy were prac
beaming with joy, treating Sheena as if she were their
savior. They warmly greeted the guests, malding the second half of the event incredibly
harmonious.
Sheena was not particularly fond of such social gatherings, so she found an excuse to slip away to a quieter corridor. Making sure no one was around, she took out her phone and made a call.
The mature voice on the other end of the line sounded unusually excited.
“Ever since you left Roisne and disappeared, I lost all contact with you. Later, when the Lawson family announced your death, I had several sleepless nights. Thank goodness you’re okay…”
Sheena smiled. “They say good things never last, and bad things never die. How could “bad news‘ like me die so easily?”
Jean laughed at Sheena’s self–deprecation.
Sheena quickly changed to a serious expression. “Thank you for today.”
“What for? You’re practically half my master, anyway.”
During her childhood, Sheera had been sent to learn martial arts from a reclusive master in Notene, where Jean was ber senior. Due to Sheena’s exceptional talent, not only did she learn quickly, but she could also innovate and improve on her techniques
Jean had even lost to her in a sparring match and begged to learn the improved version, prompting Sheena to tease her into calling her “master ”
This time, Jean sensed someone intentionally making things difficult for Sheena and swiftly cooperated to stage this performance.
Both of them then reminisce about the past.
Just as Sheena hesitated to inquire about the well–being of her other seniors, she heard the sound of wheels rolling closer. Then, she promptly ended the call and faced Hannah, who was slowly wheeling herself down the corridor.
Hannah observed Sheena’s gorgeous face and smiled. “The moment I woke up and saw you, I knew you were different. Your calmness, your elegance, none of it resembles a poor child who grew up in an orphanage.”
Sheena pursed her lips, maintaining eye contact without speaking.
Hannah continued, “As I spent time with Noah these days, I found that he’s quite aloof. Yet, the only two times he’s spoken to me were about you. I believe you hold a very special place in his heart.”
Sheena asked, “What do you want to know?”
“How did you make both of the Lawson family’s heirs willingly help you?” Hannah paused, growing skeptical, adding, “Who are you, really?”
