Chapter Eight: Rebirth

From that point on, I grew distant from my son. I resented him as if he were not truly my child. That was when I moved out to live on my own.

Then I met a woman who understood me—a woman who listened to my troubles and helped me solve problems. That feeling was truly blissful, like finding a warm light in the darkness.

I proposed a divorce, but she refused. I knew she feared losing half of her assets in the split. She was truly selfish and self-centered.

I had no choice but to use some tactics to drain her company’s assets. By the day before her trip, all the company’s funds had been flawlessly transferred away. The female financial manager, who had always been willing to listen to me, was the key to this scheme.

The socialite made several calls without any response. She then tried calling the financial manager but still couldn’t get through.

“What, are you playing me for a fool?” The leader of the gang grew impatient, like an enraged lion, watching the socialite keep dialing with no answer.

“Give me a little more time. I really have the money. Just give me a little more time.” The socialite was beginning to panic, trembling like a frightened rabbit.

The gang leader warned her to hurry up.

She finally reached her assistant’s phone. “Hello, Xiao Li, why can’t I get through to Manager Wang? Tell her to answer the phone immediately.”

“Boss, she’s not here. She hasn’t come to work since yesterday.”

Hearing this, the socialite grew even more frantic and shouted into the phone, “Then instruct the finance department to transfer ten million into my account, immediately!”

Xiao Li could tell something was wrong; the boss never spoke to him like that. After all, Xiao Li’s handsome appearance had earned him the position of the boss’s personal assistant.

“Wait, I’ll instruct finance right away,” Xiao Li said before trying to hang up.

“Don’t hang up! Hurry and tell finance,” the socialite urged, feeling an ominous dread.

The sudden disappearance of the financial manager threw her into chaos.

After three or four minutes, the voice on the other end hesitated and said, “Boss, there’s only 7,474 yuan left in the company account. The money is gone.”

Upon hearing this, the socialite’s heart turned to ashes. The gang leader, feeling mocked, snatched the phone and roared, “Are you messing with me?”

The socialite immediately dropped to her knees, removing her clothes and begging, “Don’t kill me, don’t kill me.”

The gang leader, uninterested in her pleas, gave a signal to his men to lift her onto the white table.

A man in a blood-stained white coat smiled broadly, though the sight was eerie, as if a demon had emerged from the depths of hell.

Nearby, a female assistant watched coldly and impassively, like an emotionless machine.

Thus, the socialite was dismembered and had her organs harvested, condemned to a death worse than death.

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Blood Vendetta Begins (Part II): A Dark Twist of Fate

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