Those people had disdained the girl just moments before. How could those who had mocked her most fiercely suddenly become her loudest champions? "A goddess from Heaven?" Hannah thought.

Hannah stood and spat. The guests, however, ignored her as they rushed into the villa. Even several servants at the door left with them, likely having witnessed Evan's cold treatment of Hannah.

Hannah was furious, her sorrow deepened by the biting wind. Her left hand was completely disabled; she could move it but lacked strength, preventing her from even putting on a coat to cover her soaked body.

Her two bodyguards, enduring their pain, rose from the ground. One attempted to offer his suit, but Hannah's anger erupted. "A bunch of losers!" she screamed. "You couldn't defeat that girl, and you dare show your faces? Get lost!"

The bodyguards, feeling wronged, hadn't anticipated being sent flying with just two kicks, especially by such a slender, seemingly weak girl. They'd underestimated their opponent; the masked girl was formidable. They’d lost despite using their full strength, and at the most humiliating moment. Dejected, the bodyguards left.

Hannah, still on the ground, struggled to rise, her body weak. She regretted her lack of control over others. Then, she saw a pair of beautiful hands gently helping her up. Looking up, she saw Mia.

Hannah knew Mia; they were "toxic friends" maintaining a superficial friendship. Seeing Mia, Hannah casually remarked, "Aren't you going overseas? Why haven't you left yet?"

Mia hated Hannah's thoughtless words, her disregard for others' feelings. Inwardly furious, Mia smiled and said, "Soon. I'm here to see you before I leave. By the way, how careless were you to fall in the water? Look at you—your makeup and gown are ruined! You're a sight!"

Hannah, enraged, retorted, "I didn't fall! That bitch pushed me!"

Mia's eyes flickered. She'd seen everything from her car. Jealous of the "Miracle Healer's" perceived arrogance and past humiliations, Mia had secretly enjoyed Hannah's conflict with her. She'd even wanted to cheer. However, she hadn't anticipated the Miracle Healer's decisive victory. Despite knowing the truth, Mia asked, "Oh? What happened?"

Hannah recounted the events. Tiffany's actions only fueled Hannah's desire for revenge. Regardless of Tiffany's involvement, Hannah wouldn't let her go.

After listening, Mia expressed indignation, comforting Hannah before sighing. "There's a reason she's so arrogant… Richard, your uncle, seems to like her very much. If she becomes your aunt-in-law, revenge will be impossible."

The mention of Richard instantly instilled fear in Hannah. She remembered her disabled hand, a result of Richard's casual cruelty. She knew the outwardly calm, handsome twenty-five-year-old was ruthless. If that woman became her aunt-in-law, Hannah's revenge, even her other hand, would be at risk.

Hannah shook her head vehemently. "No! I won't let her win! By the way, you've always liked Richard, haven't you? No progress?"

Mia's interest in Richard was no secret, though Richard showed no romantic interest in women.

"No…" Mia half-joked, "I wish, but how? Could I drug Richard?"

"Why not?" Hannah offered, "I'll help you."

Mia, outwardly confused, inwardly laughed. This was exactly what she'd wanted. Before arriving, she'd struggled to devise a plan to approach and drug Richard. Hannah's fight with the Miracle Healer had unexpectedly provided her with the perfect opportunity to unite their mutual enemies.

With Hannah's help, her plan became incredibly simple. Mia outwardly feigned conflict, then embraced the risk. She shook Hannah’s hand, feigning emotion. "Don't worry. If this works, I'll never forget you, my good friend."

Hannah teased, "If you succeed, you won't be my friend, but my aunt-in-law!"

Mia smiled shyly. The two "toxic friends" then changed clothes and repaired Hannah's makeup.

Upon returning to the villa, Evan was cutting an elaborate cake, a work of art adorned with lifelike animals. A group of children, all young masters and mistresses from prestigious families, surrounded him, their flattery thinly veiled.

Evan felt bored, sensing their insincere attempts to curry favor. He put down his utensils, saying, "You guys cut it."

The children cheered. Evan then approached Tiffany alone. "Tiffany, what are you thinking about?" he asked.

"Nothing. I'm just sleepy," Tiffany yawned. She hadn't slept well the previous night, her medicinal regimen draining her mental energy. After a morning nap and an afternoon of filming, she’d rushed to the party. It was all rather boring.

Evan suggested, "Then go upstairs and rest. I'll have someone take you. I'll call if needed."

"Okay," Tiffany nodded. Noticing Richard's absence, she asked, "Where's your Uncle Richard?"

"He was delayed. He should be here soon."

"Alright, I'll nap," Tiffany said, rubbing Evan's head before following a servant upstairs. In her guest room, too tired to remove her mask, she lay down. However, half-asleep, she suddenly opened her eyes, wary. "Who's there?" She saw a slender figure at the window…

Note: I removed the intrusive website advertisements. I also standardized capitalization and punctuation for improved readability. There were several instances of missing or incorrect words, which I corrected based on context. The story still has some inconsistencies (like Mia's sudden change of heart) but is now grammatically sound and more easily understood.