Chapter 891
Chapter 891
Stephanie glowered at the woman in front of her as she shouted, “Jolin Wright, I'm going to kill you!”
The next second, she charged at Jolin, only to have the latter turn sideways and kick her in the rear.
Unsurprisingly, Stephanie lost her balance and fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Many of the foreigners who were happily shopping away stopped in their tracks, with some even rushing forward to lend a helping hand. Jolin, however, beat them all to it and quickly helped Stephanie to her feet.
“Oh, how careless of you, Ms. Stephanie. I can't believe you tripped while walking,” Jolin remarked as she smoothed Stephanie's clothes down and explained the situation to the foreigners in Erihalese.
Once the crowd had dispersed, she hastily ushered Stephanie into the car.
“Ms. Stephanie, I strongly suggest that you stop these pointless endeavors. You've been utterly unscrupulous, yet Boss chose to go easy on you because you're his sister. You still have a few hundred grand in your bank, don't you? If you spend it wisely and look for a stable job, you'll be able to live comfortably.”
Stephanie leaned against the car seat, her chest heaving up and down with rage. “Drive!”
Jolin merely shrugged.
Oh well, I still have plenty of time with Stephanie anyway. I'll teach this spoilt brat a lesson and make her realize what it feels like to be alone and helpless!
Sure enough, it didn't take long before Jolin fulfilled what she set out to do. Stephanie even resorted to becoming an escort when she became strapped for cash, resulting in her being sexually abused at the hands of a sadistic millionaire.
Left on the brink of death, she was rushed to the hospital, where she embarked on a long road to recovery. Alas, the assault had traumatized her so much that she was reduced to a shadow of her former self.
Even as Jolin crossed her arms and stared at the woman on the hospital bed, her eyes were void of sympathy. If Stephanie weren't so insistent on living a luxurious lifestyle, she wouldn't have ended up in this sorry state!
“Congratulations on still being alive, Ms. Stephanie,” Jolin said with a wry smile.
Upon hearing that, Stephanie finally stirred and cast a soulless glance at Jolin.
“I want to go home, Jolin. Will you take me home?” she muttered as tears poured down her cheeks. “I've realized my mistake. Please tell my brother I'm sorry and that I won't plot against him or Amelia ever again. Persuade them to let me home, I beg of you.”
Despite the desperate pleas, Jolin remained unruffled.
“Sorry, Ms. Stephanie, but Boss has ordered not to let you back as long as you're still breathing,” Jolin replied while shrugging nonchalantly. “However, if you decide to take your own life, I promise to help
cremate your body and send the ashes back home. Your parents might be a little sad to learn about your death, but with two grandkids to keep them occupied, I'm sure they'll get over it soon.”
A tinge of anger instantly flashed across Stephanie's once-lifeless eyes as she glared at Jolin.
“Dream on, Jolin! There's no way I'll die before you! One of these days, I'll return home and destroy you with my own hands,” she said through gritted teeth.
The more Jolin wants to see me dead, the more I'll fight to stay alive! I want everyone who despises me to know I can be just as strong and resilient even without the Clinton family backing me!
“Oh, that's disappointing to hear, Ms. Stephanie. I was still wondering when you'd think enough is enough and decide to end it all. Who knew you were such a tough little cookie? Then again, if you weren't tough, you wouldn't have become an escort, would you? Tsk, tsk...” Jolin scoffed.
“Get out!” Stephanie bellowed as she flung a pillow at Jolin with all her strength.
Even though the pillow smacked Jolin right in the face, it did nothing but make her sneer even more condescendingly.
“Save your strength, Ms. Stephanie. Didn't the doctor say you have to rest as much as possible? After all, you've sustained quite a severe genital injury after the brutal assault. You don't want the wounds to reopen, do you?”
“Get out!” Stephanie screamed, this time louder than before. The next second, however, she began gasping and wheezing as the pain from her wounds intensified.
Jolin, on the other hand, remained in her spot.
As sadistic as it seemed, she had to admit she enjoyed seeing Stephanie in such a wretched state.
After Stephanie had fully recovered, she was so desperate for money that she tried looking for a secretarial job. Sadly, the long working hours and low wages couldn't support her expensive lifestyle. In
the end, she decided to hook up with yet another multi-millionaire. What was most unfortunate, however, was that she contracted a sexually transmitted disease from the man. Needless to say, Stephanie could feel the world crumbling around her when she heard the doctor's diagnosis.
She was the daughter of the prestigious Clinton family, yet she had become disease-ridden and was now nothing more than a rich man's plaything. How much more pathetic could she get?
Stephanie truly wanted to kill the millionaire, but she was also rational enough to know that murder was a crime. She suppressed her rage and continued to stay by his side, using the money she made off of him on her ever-growing hospital bills.
Seeing how Stephanie had to visit the hospital frequently, Jolin couldn't help but feel a contrasting mix of sympathy and disgust for her. After all, it was undeniably sad to see the young lady, who once had everything, become so down and out.
“Ms. Stephanie, I can't believe you're still staying with that rich old man despite your condition. Is that what you call professionalism? Or is he that good in bed that you can't bear to leave him?” Jolin asked, lips curled into a smirk.
Stephanie instantly shot her a death stare. “Don't worry, Jolin. Not even STDs will kill me that easily. Have you forgotten that I'm still waiting to watch you die?”
“Haha. I'm afraid your wish might never come true, Ms. Stephanie.”
As luck would have it, Jolin's words hit the bullseye.
Stephanie and the millionaire were getting kinky in the bedroom later that night when the latter, having
overdosed on performance-enhancing drugs, suddenly keeled over and died. Despite Stephanie's pleas and struggles, the millionaire's bodyguards swiftly dragged her to the police station.
Jolin, who was waiting outside the house, witnessed Stephanie being escorted into the police car and immediately gave Oscar a ring.
“Stay on her trail. I'll send someone to Ustrana in a bit,” Oscar ordered.
With that, Jolin did as instructed and followed the police car.
Oscar proceeded to inform Olivia about everything Stephanie had done while overseas.
Alas, the more Olivia listened, the more she frowned in disappointment. She had given Stephanie the means to have a comfortable life in Ustrana, yet the latter continued to play with fire and land herself in hot water.
However, Stephanie was still her daughter, and Olivia couldn't stop worrying about her.
“Oscar, your father and I intend to fly to Ustrana. No matter what Stephanie's done, she's still our daughter. I can't sit by and do nothing when she's in trouble,” she muttered.
To her surprise, Oscar didn't stop her.
“Mom, I'll arrange for the best lawyers to go with you and Dad. Hopefully, we'll be able to get her back here for the trial. I'm not too sure about the current situation, either, so it'd be good for you guys to check it out in person.”
Even though Oscar's words were comforting, Olivia still couldn't shake off her worries and anxiety.
“Oscar, I know your sister has made many mistakes abroad, but I want to bring her back. Otherwise, if something were to happen to her, I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt.”
Oscar's expression remained unchanged as though Olivia hadn't said anything important.
Oscar's expression remained unchanged as though Olivia hadn't said anything important.
“I hope you won't blame me, Oscar. Stephanie's my daughter and your sister. I can't leave her to fend for herself abroad.”
Upon hearing that, Oscar broke into a smile. “Do what you like, Mom. I won't object if you want to bring her back. There's no need for you to feel guilty about it.”
That said, I'd still get to decide if Stephanie comes back dead or alive.
From the moment Oscar had sent Stephanie abroad, he had decided never to see her back alive. He had made many plans and laid many traps, but none of those was to allow his sister to return to a life of luxury. He knew that Stephanie would never turn over a new leaf, and as long as she was around, the lives of Amelia and Tony would always be in danger. That was a risk Oscar refused to take, so the only option left was to eradicate his sister.
If Stephanie stayed abroad obediently, he would spare her life, but if she insisted on returning, he would have to be cruel.
A wicked glint flashed across Oscar's eyes.
Unfortunately, Olivia thought Oscar had forgiven Stephanie and felt immensely relieved. At her age, her greatest wish was for her family to be safe and happy as she surrounded herself with her children and grandchildren. As such, she couldn't hide the joy of finally having her daughter reunite with them.
“Oscar, are you really not angry about your sister coming home?” Olivia asked hesitantly.
Oscar burst out laughing and shook his head. “Mom, back then, you were the one who suggested sending Stephanie abroad. Now, you're also the one who wants to bring her home. I have no objections whatsoever. Also, please don't worry that I might do anything to her. I won't be so heartless as to ignore Dad's and your feelings. Do whatever you like. What's most important is that you and Dad are happy.”
Needless to say, Oscar's words touched Olivia's heart and soul.
That's my son! What a fine, big-hearted young man!
“Oscar, I'm so happy to hear you say that. Do you know how afraid I was that you might hate your sister? You and Stephanie are both my children. I'd be devastated to see anything happen to either of you.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
“Mom, I'll let her off if that's what you want,” Oscar replied.
Ha! I can let her off, but if I got someone else to do the dirty deed, whatever happens to her wouldn't be my problem!
Of course, Olivia couldn't read her son's deepest, darkest thoughts. She was so enthralled by the
prospect of having her family together again that she didn't even notice the change in Oscar's gaze.
When Olivia and Owen finally arrived in Ustrana for Stephanie, the Ustranian police informed them that the latter had passed away in the early hours after roughhousing with her fellow inmates. In the end, all Olivia saw was her daughter's cold, stiff corpse.
She stared wide-eyed in disbelief, unable to accept the truth.
As the fact that her daughter was gone for good gradually sunk in, Olivia fainted from the pain and shock.
Thankfully, Owen caught her in time and sent her back to the hotel after instructing his lawyers and bodyguards to handle the matter.
Their family doctor gave Olivia a quick check-up and determined that she had only fainted from the traumatic shock. Other than that, she was perfectly healthy.
Waving his hand wearily, Owen ordered the doctor to leave the room as he sat beside his wife.
He was just as sad about Stephanie's sudden demise, but at that point, he was more worried about Olivia's well-being. Their daughter's death would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to her. That was why he had chosen to take her back to the hotel and let their lawyer and bodyguards settle the rest at the police station.
Racked with exhaustion and anguish, Owen let out a heavy sigh.