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With the evidence James held, Susan and Renee would go to prison. But merely imprisoning them was too lenient for what they had tried to do to his family.
James had a friend who was not only a superb physician but also fond of researching poisons. After James told his friend about Susan and her daughter’s schemes, the friend provided two small vials.
The drug inside was chronic. At first the body would itch unbearably; later the flesh would rot away from the outside in, until internal organs decayed and the victim died in a stench of rot.
The cruelest thing about this drug wasn’t that it caused a gruesome death, but that victims could survive for many years-some unlucky ones even decades-watching their bodies rot with no cure, pleading for death but unable to die. That was true despair.
Seeing the two porcelain bottles in Ivan’s hand, Susan and Renee panicked utterly. They regretted coming tonight; the Luke family had set a trap, and they were the caught frogs.
They glanced at each other and scrambled to their feet, trying to flee. Before they could steady themselves, several bodyguards burst in and ruthlessly forced them to the floor.
Ivan strode forward with a smile, ignoring their protests, and without mercy poured the liquid into their mouths.
“No!”
Susan and Renee shook their heads violently, refusing to swallow. The guards cleverly pressed their chins, forcing them to swallow the liquid.
“Ugh…”
They immediately tried to gag and retch the potion back up, but it was useless.
Awaiting them was not only long prison sentences but at least a decade of excruciating torment.
“What did you force Renee and me to drink?” Susan’s eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Ivan. “I was good to James. I cared for you too. How can you repay kindness with betrayal and do this to me? Nancy, I treated you as my best friend-how could you just watch me be poisoned? Don’t you have any conscience?”
“Susan, who is it that truly has no conscience?” Nancy’s eyes had turned red as well.
After learning that Susan had tried to seduce Blanc, Nancy had reflected on their relationship. From being deskmates in first grade at seven years old until they were forty-five, Nancy had never wronged Susan. She could not understand why Susan would covet her husband and even wish ruin upon her family.
Unable to comprehend it, she demanded, “How did I wrong you so badly that you want my family destroyed? Susan, tell me what did I do to deserve this?”
If this had been before, Susan would have denied her jealousy and hatred. But now, with the Luke family ready to make them pay and with the poison already forced down her throat, she had no reason to hide her hatred.
“You didn’t wrong me?” Susan laughed almost maniacally. “Nancy, you’ve always looked down on me. You’ve belittled and hurt me at every turn-you owe me! You’ve wronged me, Susan!”
Nancy was stunned. When had she looked down on Susan or deliberately hurt her?
Then Susan went on, “You befriended me only to feel superior. You bought me clothes, gave me jewelry-you did it so you could feel generous. People say you looked down on me and that I was only close to you to get benefits. Every time you gave me something, I felt humiliated and miserable.”
Nancy’s face tightened as she listened. The years of shared history-classroom desks, childhood birthdays, the small kindnesses-felt twisted by Susan’s accusations.
Nancy tried to keep her voice steady. “I never looked down on you. If you felt humiliated by what I gave you, I’m sorry. But wanting someone dead-that’s not a debt you can claim I owe you.”
“You just got lucky, Nancy-you have rich parents. Other than money at home, what do you have that’s better than me?”
Nancy was stunned.
Susan had been born into a family that valued sons over daughters.
The first time Nancy met Susan, Susan wore shoes that didn’t fit and were torn so her toes showed, and her clothes were ragged. To spare her feelings, Nancy had lied and said the shoes were bought too large and couldn’t be returned, hoping Susan would wear them rather than waste them. She’d noticed Susan’s feet were a bit bigger than hers and had purposely bought shoes two sizes too big.
As their friendship grew, Nancy gave Susan jewelry and bags because Susan had admired them with a face full of envy and said how wonderful it would be if she owned such pretty things. Nancy thought a true friend shared good fortune. When she had something, she wanted Susan to have it too-so whenever she shopped, she’d bring something home for Susan.
She never imagined that what she considered kindness and care would feel like humiliation to
Susan.
When Nancy first learned Susan had tried to seduce Blanc and even wanted her dead, the pain nearly stopped her breath. She was shocked, disappointed, and couldn’t accept it. She couldn’t believe a childhood friend she’d stood by for so many years would stab her in the back.
After waking this afternoon she kept questioning herself-had she done something wrong to make Susan hate her so much? But once Susan spoke those words, Nancy was finally free of doubt.
It wasn’t that Susan had changed; Susan had always been rotten. It had been Nancy’s mistake to misread her. Now that the truth was clear, she shouldn’t feel sorrow but relief that disaster had not yet been done.
The pain and confusion drained from her eyes and were replaced by cold detachment. She curled a sarcastic smile and said coolly, “Susan, you think when I bought you clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry, even fed you, it was an insult. Fine-then don’t come to dinner when I invite you. Don’t accept the things I give you. If you’re that proud and noble, how could you possibly receive gifts from others?”
Susan’s pupils contracted; she fixed Nancy with a look full of venom. If the bodyguards weren’t holding her down, she would have leaped up and torn Nancy apart.
Unable to move, she twisted her face and snarled, “Nancy, your high-and-mighty act is disgusting. Do you think I wanted your things? You insisted on giving them; you insisted on treating me. What else could I do but accept?”
Nancy couldn’t help laughing at the lie. Susan was obviously both greedy and demanding- always wanting more while pretending to be above it all. It was laughable that Nancy hadn’t seen those dark thoughts all these years.
Slap!
Susan’s hypocrisy was too much for Lily. She stepped forward and delivered several blows to Susan’s face.
“Susan, your sanctimonious act is the most disgusting thing about you. If you truly didn’t want what my mother gave you, you had hundreds of ways to refuse. Instead you always chose to take it. You’re pathetic and shameless-trying to get benefits from my mother while pretending moral purity. If you look down on what she gives you so much, give it all back!”
“I-“
Susan would never give anything back. Gifts were hers by right-why should she spit them out? Besides, she felt fine physically; she suspected Ivan’s potion was just meant to scare her. She hadn’t actually been poisoned.
The Bale family was lavishly wealthy, and Nancy was their treasured jewel, raised with every comfort. Back in the eighties when they were in elementary school, ordinary monthly wages were tiny-but Nancy’s flimsy hair clips were worth hundreds. In university Nancy would casually buy jewelry worth millions.
Most of the jewelry and luxury watches Nancy had given Susan had appreciated in value. Roughly adding it up, everything Nancy had ever given her amounted to at least hundreds of millions. Those things were Susan’s leverage and lifeline. If she and Renee could quickly, they might avoid prison. With those assets in hand, they could live freely overseas- why should she return them? get abroad
She glared at Lily and said with righteous boldness, “I’ve already used those things. They’re mine. I’m not giving them back. If you don’t want them, you can pay me back for what you gave me!”
Lily slapped her again. “Prideful and self-righteous-are you going to stiff us and not even pay back the money?”
“I… I don’t have money.”
Susan hated Lily’s relentless pressure, but the Luke family was powerful, and she and Renee were no match. She couldn’t make Lily pay.
“You’ll pay whether you have money or not.”
James gave her no face at all. “I’ll have the Luke Group legal team sue you. Every cent my mother spent on you all these years-I’ll recover it.”
Susan trembled violently and collapsed to the floor in humiliation.
James was merciless, excessive, stingy. The Luke family was so rich, yet they wanted to take back what they’d given-how shameless!
Everything Susan owned would eventually pass to Renee.
Renee had long considered the expensive jewelry Nancy gave Susan to be hers. She didn’t dare openly accuse James, but she couldn’t forgive Lily’s arrogance.
She lifted her face, glaring at Lily. “Lily, don’t go too far! Who do you think you are? If you hadn’t shamelessly clung to James and crawled into his bed, even getting pregnant with a bastard, would he ever have married you? All those things were Nancy forcing my mom to accept. She never asked my mom to give them back. And you-nothing but a filthy whore- what right do you have to demand repayment?”
Clang!
Before Renee could finish, pain exploded in her mouth. Nancy had kicked her so hard she thought her teeth had loosened.
Before she could recover, Nancy gave her another vicious kick, her voice filled with disgust. “You’re the filthy one! James was the one who chased Lily, and Lily marrying him was lowering herself. He’s lucky beyond measure. Lily is my daughter-in-law-what she says is what I say. Renee, you’re vile and disgusting. I was blind to ever accept you as a goddaughter!”
Nancy ground her heel into Renee’s hand, then turned her icy gaze on Susan.
“No wonder Renee is so shameless. With a selfish, vain mother like you, how could she not turn out rotten? You wanted luxury clothes and fine jewelry, you hinted and begged me for them. You wanted it all, greedy and vain, yet pretended to be spotless. If you’re so pure, were you a trash bin in your past life? You said you hoped I’d be happy with Blanc for life, but behind my back you tried to seduce him. Susan, you’re revolting! Don’t worry, James meant what he said- every cent I ever spent on you will be reclaimed!”
The more Nancy looked at the mother and daughter, the more disgusted she felt. Not wanting them to poison Madam Fu or Lily’s mood any longer, she stomped Susan’s face hard and ordered, “James, have them sent to the police!”
James nodded, but instead of sending them to the station, he had them taken home.
Because he had prepared a bigger gift.
James knew Susan and Rence wanted to flee abroad to escape justice.
He had people watching the airports and ports. Whether by plane or ship, Susan and Renee had no way out. Their only chance was by private jet.
James had discovered that Susan’s old suitor Jerome owned one.
But Jerome had married years ago, a kept man whose private jet had been gifted by his wife, Lena.
Lena, only daughter of the White family, came from a clan with influence in both legal and underground circles. Fiery in temperament, she would never tolerate betrayal. If she learned the man she supported with her love had a mistress, she would skin both Jerome and Susan alive.
As James expected, after Susan and Renee failed to leave by plane or ship, they turned to Jerome.
Susan knew how to play her charms, and Jerome was still infatuated with her body. She had ignored him since returning home, intent on marrying Blanc. Jerome finally had his chance and wanted to enjoy her thoroughly.
He arranged to meet Susan at a hotel, prepared plenty of toys, and demanded her full cooperation.
Once James had Jerome’s room number, he had his men record video of the two of them kissing passionately in the corridor, then sent the footage to Lena-without leaving a trace of himself.
“Susan, you’re so beautiful…”