Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 220

Sure enough, when jack returned home that evening, he was in a foul mood. His nose wrinkled, and his eyes narrowed whenever he thought about the conversation with not.

I had also informed Liam about Jack's attempt to swindle money from me. When he learned about it, his expression turned grim and puzzled.

"Why would family go to such lengths?" Liam asked, confusion evident in his eyes.

I answered calmly, "There are many choices made for profit in this world, and they happen to be like leeches-only good at draining blood."

Liam looked surprised; he probably didn't expect such cold words to come from the "Do we really want to bring down the Wiley family?" He gazed at me, trying to catch any shift in my demeanor. Unfortunately, I remained unchanged, as cold as ice, revealing only a hint of humanity when it was seldom seen.

"The Wiley family is insatiable. I've been drained by them once; it won't happen again." I wouldn't harbor any expectations of familial affection. I only knew that they were beyond saving and that their debts needed to be repaid. Seeing my determination, Liam didn't say anything further. Limagined he felt a pang of sympathy, after all, anyone who had gone through such experiences would naturally feel regret.

Dealing with the Wiley family was only a matter of time. However, as I thought about it, I realized the new academic year was approaching. An awkward expression crossed my face.

overwhelming task. Just thinking about it made my days feel impossibly full. I even suspected that

to the dorm to see what changes had occurred with my two roommates. Sharon was

in a big hug and said,

back "I've been eating just fine, my

in from behind, bouncing up to us with enthusiasm. "I've missed you

broad smile, I replied, "I've

break By the afternoon, I had someone investigate the

them for a while, I learned what everyone had been upt situation,

me. It turned out that the Willey Group was facing a serious crisis. Jack didn't have

came directly to confront me. He looked like a mad dog ready to jump over a wall, with his bloodshot

in peace, you'd better help me get the Wiley Group through this crisis," he threatened, his demeanor suggesting he would strangle me

and pretended to