Chapter 182
Amb grunted inwardly, "As if I’d ever let her sleep with me. Dream on. She wishes she could get her hands on me. Not a chance."
Amber dragged her butt over inch by inch, taking forever and barely moving at all.
Winifred finally lost her patience, stomped down on Amber’s butt, and just like that, Amber shot across the bed in a flash.
“Hey!” Amber shot her a furious glare, eyes wide as saucers.
Sienna lay down in the middle, gently ruffling Amber’s hair. “Alright, time to sleep.”
It had been ten years since Winifred last lay in the same bed with Sienna. Her heart was a tangled mess of sourness and joy, so much that she felt all wound up inside, barely able to relax.
She lay there, stiff as a board, not daring to move an inch. Sienna reached over and gently ruffled her hair. “Go to sleep.”
Winifred, following Amber’s lead, scooted closer to Sienna, too. For the first time in a long while, it felt like her heart finally belonged somewhere.
Amber was already out like a light, but Winifred lay there, wide awake and unable to quiet her thoughts.
“What’s wrong? Can’t sleep?" Sienna asked gently.
“No.” Winifred gently shook her head.
Sienna took the chance to talk. "Winifred, I know you’re tougher than them, but at home, you can just be a kid. You don’t have to act strong all the time."
“A kid?” Winifred thought.
Her eyes grew misty as she nodded. Maybe all her life, nobody ever thought of her as a good kid–except Sienna.
In her family, she never fit in. They all treated her like she was some kind of freak.
Sienna’s cool, deep gaze fixed on Winifred. She knew she had to remove that chip before it could start affecting her.
The next day, the Winslow family officially launched the war against the weak spots in Hart Corporation’s industries, causing significant disruption. Sienna knew there was someone pulling the strings behind all this.
There was no doubt about it–it was Thorn.
His childish tricks were just as nauseating as ever.
“Spread the word–we’re going to monopolize all of the Winslow Group’s resources," Sienna ordered.
“Understood.” Lana nodded.
Meanwhile, Sheryl, who had been abroad, made her grand return to the Winslow family. Her father, Henry, was absolutely delighted with everything she had accomplished–truly, in his eyes, she was a once–in–a–lifetime genius, unmatched by anyone before or after.
‘If it hadn’t been for that damn girl Sienna pulling a fast one on us last time, the Winslow family wouldn’t be in such a sorry state right now,’ he thought bitterly.
He sneered to himself, ‘Well, this time, it’s either Hart Corporation or the Winslow Group–one of us isn’t making it out of this alive.’
Meanwhile, Nathan was chilling out, totally relaxed–feet up, watching a comedy, snacking on fruit like he didn’t have a care in the world. Life couldn’t be more comfortable.
Henry bellowed, “Nathan, would it kill you to show a little backbone for once! Look at yourself–there’s nothing impressive about you from start to finish! You’re not even worth a single sliver of your sister. Do you even deserve to call yourself a man?”
No matter how much Henry ranted, Nathan just let it all go in one ear and out the other. He honestly couldn’t care less–he’d been numb to it for years.
He shot them a half-hearted glance, barely lifting his eyelids. “Oh, guess I’m just not good enough."
“You little bastard! You’re gonna be the death of me! Having you was a dumb curse, you hear me? All you ever do is waste money–what else are you even good for!” Henry exploded, his face turning purple with rage.
Nathan glanced at Sheryl, who was looking all smug and grinned. “Dad, that’s not fair. If you hadn’t had me, there wouldn’t be a Sheryl either. We’re twins, remember? I just happened to show up a minute before she did.”
“Get out! I don’t want to see you around here!” Henry roared, his voice shaking with fury.
Nathan saw right through it but didn’t bother to call him out. He picked up the fruit plate and said, “Hey, just a heads-up–you can still back out now. Don’t say I didn’t warn you–if you keep this up, you might lose everything.”
“Nathan, you seem to have a lot of opinions. Why don’t you share them with us?” Sheryl said, making a showy gesture for him to speak.
All these years, she was the only one the Winslow family could actually be proud of. Nathan was just a good for nothing playboy–he wasn’t even in the same league as her. The only thing he ever cared about was having fun and fooling around.
Now, she was dead set on crushing Hart Corporation in one fell swoop and wiping away the humiliation from before.
Nathan shrugged. “Sheryl, has anyone ever told you that being stubborn and thinking you know it all is a surefire way to lose? Overconfidence always gets people burned.”