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“You’re Gael Bates‘ daughter? The heiress to the Bates Group?”
My questioning made Ivy a little annoyed. She yanked my hair and slapped me hard across the face.
“Who do you think you are? How dare you say my father’s name like that? My hand hurts! You shameless woman, you’ve got thick skin! Everyone, hit her! One slap, ten thousand dollars!”
As soon as Ivy finished speaking, the women around her sparkled with greed.
They rushed forward, eager to slap me.
“Ivy’s so generous! Sit back and relax. We’ll handle this sl*t!”
“One slap, ten thousand! Ivy, I’ll get rich hitting her!”
“Slapping a sl*t and getting rich? This job’s amazing!”
I was dazed from the beating, hearing a buzzing sound in my ears, my vision blurry.
But I fought to stay conscious, murmurs escaping from my lips.
“I’m the heiress to the Bates Group! Gael’s daughter! My dad won’t let you get away with this!”
My voice cut through the mocking noise, and they paused, looking at me.
After a brief silence, they burst into thunderous laughter.
“Did you hit your head or something? What nonsense are you talking about? With your poor, shabby look and such a small house, who do you think you’re fooling? Mr. Bates is the richest man in the city. He contributes most of the GDP here. Do you even know what GDP is?”
Ivy, who had been sitting in a chair, took off her high heel and threw it at my face.
The sharp heel stabbed into my eye, and I screamed in pain.
“A mistress is a mistress, stealing everything! Stealing men isn’t enough. Now you’re trying to steal my dad? Looks like you haven’t learned your lesson!”
I lay on the floor, barely conscious.
This apartment had been given to me by my mom before she passed, just a small
three–bedroom place.
I used to stay here often.
I never expected that because of this, they wouldn’t believe who I was.
“Gael really is my dad. I’m not lying! If you don’t believe me, call him… I’m Dylan’s wife. We just
registered our marriage this morning. You’ve got the wrong person…”
Even after all the beating, I didn’t back down. Someone suggested, “Ivy, why don’t you just call
your dad? That’ll shut this stubborn mistress up!”
I could clearly see a trace of panic in Ivy’s eyes.
Under pressure, she reluctantly took out her phone and made a call.
Her voice was sweet, “Daddy, what are you doing? I’m out playing, and some b**ch says she’s your daughter. How ridiculous!”
I struggled desperately to break free from their grip, shouting into the phone.
‘Dad, help me!”
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“Dad, help me!”
Then, I heard a clear voice from the other end of the line.
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“Who are you calling Dad? I only have Ivy as my daughter!”
After the call was disconnected, Ivy tilted her head with a smug look, “See? I told
woman is a liar!”
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The others all chimed in.
“Gael really is a spoiled daughter maniac. I heard he’s meeting with foreign ambassadors right now and still has time to take Ivy’s call!”
“I can’t believe I was fooled by this b**ch! How disgusting!”
“B**ch! I’ll kill you! Let’s see if you dare try to seduce someone else’s husband again!”
Fists started flying again.
I curled up tightly, my face pale.
That voice just now wasn’t even my dad’s!
But it sounded so familiar…
I suddenly realized it sounded like my dad’s driver, John Bates. He was also a Bates. Before I could speak, I suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The pain in my body was unbearable, and it felt like several bones were broken…
Ivy, seemingly unsatisfied, glanced around the room before her gaze fixed on the kettle. “So, you used that face to seduce Dylan, right? If you didn’t have that face, I wonder how you’d seduce anyone! I’m doing this for the public good! If you try to seduce someone else’s husband again, it won’t be good.”
She grabbed the kettle and was about to pour the hot water on my face.
I shrank back in fear, every pore on my body standing on end.
No!
Suddenly, the phone rang.
