Calm down, calm down… Veronica felt hostility from the Larsons. If she were to barge in right now, she would only shatter the peace between her and the family, and they would be even more tempted to kill her off. Given the power the Larson Family held, they wouldn’t break a sweat to take her out. Besides, with her adoptive parents still living, what were they supposed to do if anything were to happen to her? Wicked, how wicked they are! Veronica clenched her fists as her eyes reddened. Despite that, she took a deep breath and held her exasperation, turning around and descending the stairs.

After remaining on the couch for a while, Rachel and Tiffany, too, had come downstairs. “Veronica, it’s impossible for us to give you 10 million, but after speaking with Dad, we decided this is the most we can give you. In exchange, surrender to us your takeout platform and take your foster parents out of Bloomstead along with you.” Tiffany complacently gazed at Veronica as she placed a check before the latter. Veronica took a glimpse at the check and saw an amount of one million. She slowly lifted her eyes and shot Tiffany a resentful glare before turning to Rachel with a cold grin.

“Thinking to ‘purchase’ the position of Young Mistress of the Kingses with just one million? Props to you and your calculativeness, business women.” “Oh, won’t you ever be grateful? It’d take more than a lifetime for your foster parents to earn such an amount of money!” Tiffany furiously replied. Veronica replied in a cold tone, “Don’t worry about how much they make. One thing you should worry about instead is that I have the power to prevent you from becoming the Young Mistress of the Kingses!” “You’re so irritating!” Rachel shook her head, revealing condescension in her eyes. “How did I, Rachel Zimmerman, give birth to a disgraceful daughter like you?” “Veronica, Mom’s gonna offer two million

and immediately uttered, “Fine, it’s a deal.” In spite of accomplishing her plan, Veronica revealed not a trace of joy. “I don’t want your check. Transfer the funds to my bank account instead. While you’re at it, prepare a statement describing the transfer as my compensation for Randy’s donation

an error, and the police would scour for the two million. By then, Veronica would lose both the money and her takeout application. “You’re getting ahead of yourself.” Rachel was visibly disgusted. Veronica responded with a scornful smirk. “Well, it’s not like I’m forcing

information. Back then, the takeout order had failed to reach its customer, so the delivery


changing the details saved in the takeout application, Tiffany revealed a smug look, speaking as if the Larsons owned the entire Bloomstead. “You don’t belong here.” With an apathetic expression, Veronica glanced at the

the policemen in secret while she was at it. On the same day, she took a cab back to Bloomstead and got in contact with a trustworthy private investigator in the

Comments ()