Hannah stared, stunned. "What are you doing? Are you idiots? He told you to catch that woman!"

The bodyguards ignored her, moving to restrain her roughly. Her struggles left bright red marks on her arms.

"Fools! Not me!" Hannah raged, glaring at Richard for help. "Uncle Richard, make these idiots let go of me! How dare they treat me like this? They deserve to die!"

Richard smiled faintly, his gaze cold and distant. He looked at Hannah as if she were already dead.

"How dare you barge into Royal Bay and hurt Evan? Well done." The threat was palpable.

Hannah's face paled, and she trembled. "Uncle Richard, I I didn't. Evan is my cousin! How could I hurt him? It's her! It's this woman's fault!" She pointed at Tiffany.

Richard, however, ordered the guards to take Hannah away and sever one of her hands.

Richard's volatile temper was infamous. Those who offended him faced death or worse.

Hannah, realizing her uncle would carry out his threat, wailed, begging for mercy. A scream echoed, followed by the thud of her body being thrown from Royal Bay. Her arm was crippled.

Jerry, rushing to the scene, found his daughter lying in the road, bleeding profusely. His heart shattered. "Hannah, how are you? Don't be afraid. It's me."

Hannah fainted. Jerry's eyes widened in fury. He was about to storm Royal Bay when a bodyguard stopped him.

"Mr. Richard said Ms. Hannah was to be thrown into the sea," the bodyguard said impassively. "Since you're here, take your daughter and discipline her. Next time, no one can save her."

The bodyguards returned to Royal Bay. Jerry, Richard's older half-brother, trembled with rage. Their relationship had always been strained. Years ago, Jerry had underestimated Richard's power.

Jerry had brought Hannah to Royal Bay, severely underestimating Richard's ruthlessness. His face ashen, he carried his daughter to the car, heading not to a hospital, but to Hampton Manor to seek justice from Hank.

Meanwhile, Tiffany, still dazed at the entrance of the small surgery, snapped back to reality at the sound of Hannah's scream.

"Do you trust me that much?" she murmured, surprised by Richard's immediate belief in her.

They were alone. Richard raised an eyebrow. "Evan is my biological nephew. Before my sister died, she transferred 30% of the shares I gave her to him."

Tiffany understood. Richard's sister, his only close relative (they shared the same mother), had bequeathed Evan those shares. This made Evan a target for those hungry for profit.

"Thank you for your trust," Tiffany said.

This incident dealt a significant blow to Evan's would-be attackers. However, knowing Hannah's grandfather, Hank, they likely wouldn't give up.

"What if they go to Hank?" Tiffany asked.

Richard smiled cruelly. "I am justice."

Tiffany remained silent. These powerful figures were ruthless. She shouldn't have expected kindness.

Fifteen minutes later, Sidney emerged from the operating room, relaxed. "Hey, I'm hungry. Did you get someone to prepare food?" Evan was fine.

After Evan was settled back in his room, Sidney explained, "Evan's heart stopped because of an injection. The drug circulated faster after your treatment. Luckily, we caught it in time." There was no poison, explaining Tiffany's lack of detection. Hannah, panicked, had hastily blamed Tiffany. Hannah had received her just desserts. However, Evan's delayed treatment was a consequence.

Tiffany left Royal Bay.

The day of group training arrived. At eight o'clock, students assembled. The smooth captain elections in other teams contrasted sharply with the awkwardness in Tiffany's. Most of her team, having bet against her, now sought to back out.

Ged, one of Tiffany's team members, sneered. "What's wrong? No greetings for Ms. Kelley?"

The wealthy students, once bold, now attempted to renege on their bet.

"The assessment is important! We need a capable leader. We have to take the vote seriously," one argued.

"Tiffany isn't capable of leadership," another added.

Ged scoffed. "Get lost, cowards. Give up if you can't handle it."

A confrontation brewed until Tiffany intervened. "Fight? If you can't win, join. I'm too lazy to be captain, but I'm happy to teach disobedient followers. What do you think?" She cracked her knuckles.

Fearful of her, they reluctantly conceded. "You're the boss."