In the office of the customer service manager at the Imperial Lake Hotel, a middle-aged matron sat on the sofa, toying with the white jade bangle on her wrist.
On the floor lay a woman, tormented beyond human recognition, breathing shallowly—more breaths out than in.
A few black-clad bodyguards stood at the office door, with several employees daring only to sneak peeks inside but none brave enough to enter, nor did anyone dare to pick up a cellphone to call the police.
"Mom."
Qiao Qianqian rushed into the office and saw Liu Mei covered in blood.
"Oh, you must be that bastard child, you do bear a resemblance to this slut, however not quite like my scoundrel of a husband."
Su Tan looked at the girl, about the age of her own daughter.
Pretty indeed, but her eyes carried impurities that she found displeasing.
"You are my father's wife."
Qiao Qianqian addressed the middle-aged matron before her.
