Chapter 127

The slap was hard, leaving Winifred’s face burning with pain, but she still wore a defiant smile. “What, are you actually enjoying being someone’s lackey?” she taunted.

“You!” The woman raised her hand to slap her again, but someone beside the woman reminded her, “We’re here. Get her out of the car. Lydia wants to deal with her herself.”

“Got it.” As they dragged Winifred out, the woman couldn’t resist giving her a kick.

Winifred tried to fight back, but the person beside her gripped her arms tightly, making it impossible for her to move.

Winifred was dragged into the room, where a woman sat on a black sofa. Her hair was twisted into a bun, and she wore an all-white outfit. A mole rested just above her lip on her slightly wrinkled face.

She was smoking, her expression completely indifferent. “You’re here,” she said.

Two people forced Winifred down to the floor, making her land hard on her knees. Her eyes blazed with defiance as she gritted her teeth. “You witch, after all these years, you still can’t get me out of your mind, huh?”

Lydia slowly stood up, a mocking smile on her lips. “Five years, honey. You’re still just as infuriating as ever. The very first time I saw you, I knew you weren’t like those useless losers. I never thought you’d end up giving me such a big surprise.”

For all these years, Lydia had searched for Winifred everywhere. If she hadn’t found out that Grayson was Winifred’s mentor, she might have missed her completely.

Winifred smirked coldly, her eyes flashing with sarcasm. “Lydia, spare me the nonsense. What do you want? Don’t tell me you’re hoping I’ll come crawling back to you. I doubt you’re that desperate.”

“But then again, you’re a cheap woman. Or maybe you’re still upset about that little fire five years ago when I torched your millions and precious files. Are you here for revenge?”

Winifred’s words hit a nerve. Lydia’s face darkened, and she glared fiercely at the girl in front of her. Winifred was actually quite pretty, but unfortunately, she had a mouth that was begging for trouble.

Lydia wasn’t in a hurry. She had plenty of ways to make someone suffer. Tonight, she would make sure Winifred wished she were dead.

“Well, Winifred. Just like old times–still as stubborn as ever. I love it. Do you know who ratted you out to me?” Lydia sneered.

Winifred froze. She knew exactly who it was. She knew it so well that it hurt too much to admit. It was her mentor.

With her skills, Winifred could have stayed hidden forever. She’d built walls against everyone except the one person she trusted most. It was her own blind confidence. The moment they tracked her down, she knew right away. It had to be Grayson.

“So what?” Winifred scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain.

Winifred comforted herself in her mind. Just another betrayal. Nothing to be sad about. I’m not some naive little girl anymore–wasting emotions on this crap is beneath me. As for Grayson, I’ll make sure to settle the score with him myself.

“Well, Winifred, get ready for your first trial. I never got to raise you to eighteen or give you a proper coming-of-age ceremony, so that’s on me. But this time, I’ve prepared ten for you. For the next two hours, let them make sure you experience every one of them," Lydia said with a twisted grin.

Winifred understood exactly what Lydia meant. Under Lydia’s control, no girl ever stayed a virgin.

Lydia claimed it was to help them gain emotional experience so they could resist temptation in the future, but in reality, it was to satisfy Lydia’s twisted fetish. She enjoyed watching the expressions on women’s faces as they were violated.

“You’re such a pervert, Lydia. Do you think I don’t know about your disgusting fetishes?” Winifred sneered.

Winifred really knew how to get under her skin. Lydia’s face twisted in embarrassment, but she quickly masked it, clapping her hands. Ten burly men strode into the room.

“Since you’ve been so disrespectful to me, I’ve decided to throw in one extra for you. Happy now?” Lydia said.

Winifred clenched her fists.

Just as Lydia was about to clap her hands again, Grayson walked in. “I want to speak to her.”

Lydia didn’t object. She just sat back on her sofa, a faint, mocking smile playing on her lips.

Winifred kept her head down, not even sparing Grayson a glance.

“Winifred, I know I’ve let you down, but I had no choice. I got involved in things I shouldn’t have, and now the industry has blacklisted me. They’re after my life. I need money to disappear and start over."

“Winifred, you were always my most talented student. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re buried properly,” Grayson said, his tone filled with helplessness.

Winifred didn’t respond, but her eyes blazed with intense hatred and murderous intent. If she made it out alive, she would make sure Grayson paid.

Seeing she had no intention of speaking to him, Grayson could only sigh and shake his head before walking out.

As he stepped outside to get some air, a hand suddenly clamped over his mouth and nose, dragging him away into the shadows.

Grayson’s eyes went wide with terror. Before he could react, he was brought in front of a figure. He couldn’t see her face, only noticing that she wore a mask and black clothes, with a high ponytail. Her eyes, indifferent, locked onto him as she moved closer.

Before Grayson could utter a word, a gag was shoved into his mouth. The next instant, a blade stabbed straight into his eye. He tried to scream, but no sound escaped. His body trembled, writhing in pain.

Lydia chuckled, waving her hand at the eleven men. Just then, one of her women rushed in.

“Lydia, something’s wrong! Someone’s here!” she gasped.

Lydia’s mood soured. “Who is it?”

“She says she’s here to take Winifred back. She told you to get your ass out there right now,” the subordinate replied.

Lydia’s voice turned icy. “Who the hell does she think she is, barging into my turf and running her mouth? Open the door. I want to see just who’s got the balls."

Winifred’s heart raced nervously, her mind focused on one person. As the doors opened, Winifred suddenly turned around and locked eyes with the person behind the mask; it was her.

Why would she come here? Has she lost her mind? Winifred thought, both excited and worried. Does she even realize who Lydia is! Even with her current status, there’s no way she can handle Lydia.

“Who are you?” Lydia demanded, her voice cold and wary.

Sienna stepped forward and flashed a dagger. Instantly, Lydia’s people tensed up, thinking Sienna was about to do something reckless.

In the next instant, blood poured from Grayson’s neck. His mouth fell open in shock, his remaining eye bulging in terror. He twitched for a few seconds before dying with that look of disbelief still frozen on his face.

The sight made Lydia’s face go ashen, all her earlier brazen confidence vanishing, replaced by a grave seriousness. “Who exactly are you? What the hell do you want?” she demanded.

Sienna’s voice was icy. “Who gave you the guts to lay a hand on my people? Are you tired of living!”