The morning light was dim.
Serena sat at the dining table, lazily sipping her coffee.
Beside her, Black Jack was practically inhaling her food, mumbling with her mouth full as she called out to Julian. "Mr. Lancaster, those shrimp dumplings in front of you are incredibly good! Can you pass me two... no, wait, three! Four!"
Julian remained completely unfazed.
With a gentle, almost doting look of amusement behind his gold-rimmed glasses, he picked up his chopsticks and dutifully transferred the dumplings to her plate, a faint smile touching his lips.
Serena narrowed her eyes, observing the two of them.
She couldn't shake the feeling that they were getting along a little too well.
When did Black Jack become so close to Julian?
"What's wrong?" Sensing his sister's gaze, Julian glanced up with a warm expression. "Do you want some shrimp dumplings too, Serena?"
"I'm full," Serena said, setting down her milk glass. "Julian, the professional cleanup crew I asked to borrow from you earlier-are they ready?"
Julian adjusted his glasses, his smile remaining perfectly composed. "They are fully prepped and on standby."
Serena nodded, a chilling sharpness rippling through her calm gaze. "Tell them to move out now. It's time to take out the trash over at the Wynn family."
She had sworn she would cleanly extract her grandfather's assets from the Wynn Group.
The time had finally come.
At the Wynn family villa.
The entire household was fast asleep in their beds.
They had waited outside the event hall until four in the morning, refusing to leave until every last light in the venue went dark. Still, they hadn't caught a glimpse of Serena.
Exhausted and thoroughly enraged, they hadn't dragged themselves back home until the sun was nearly up.
They had only just shut their eyes.
Suddenly, the piercing shriek of the doorbell echoed through the entire house.
It rang continuously, over and over, with absolutely no intention of stopping.
Patrick had barely fallen asleep. He woke up a violent rage. "Who the hell is ringing the bell like the house is on fire? Where is Molly? is she dead? Doesn't she know how to answer the damn door?!"
Molly, the maid, rushed over and stood trembling by the bedroom doorway. "Sir,
it's... it's Miss Serena. Should I... should I open the door or not?"
When Serena was kicked out, Marianne had strictly ordered the staff to throw her out the moment she ever showed her face at the property again.
Molly was terrified of making the wrong move.
"That... that little bitch Serena?" Marianne muttered groggily, her mind still clouded with sleep. "She actually has the nerve to show her face here? Tell security to throw her. out..."
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"Throw her out, my ass!" Patrick roared, kicking Marianne so hard she tumbled
straight off the bed. He sprang to his feet, wide awake.
Every ounce of exhaustion vanished in an instant.
Serena had actually come back to them on her own?
Was it because...
Hailey had been arrested.
The Wynns no longer had Hailey to rely on.
So, Serena wanted to come crawling back?
Patrick excitedly grabbed his clothes and threw them on, not even sparing a glance
at his wife sobbing on the floor. "Get up and go wake the boys!"
Marianne groaned in pain, clutching her bruised body. Her swollen face looked even more tragic than before. "So what if she's here? Are we all supposed to line up and bow to her?"
"I said go, so go!" Patrick grabbed a heavy glass from the nightstand and hurled it in Marianne's direction. "The survival of this entire family is in her hands right now! You are going to go down there, and beg for her forgiveness. As long as the is willing to return to us, you will treat her like royalty! Do you understand me?!"
His violent, crazed expression made Marianne shrink back in absolute terror.