Chapter 3

It was actually Mark.

He'd taken the million dollars but instead of going off to enjoy himself somewhere else, he became a security guard at the Hayes estate.

Well, I suppose the Hayes family wouldn't let these people who knew the truth run around loose. Keeping them under their noses was safer.

I got out of the car.

Mark's expression froze on his face, then twisted into surprise:

"How is it you? Oh, I get it, you're here for that million, right?"

"Let me set up an appointment with the butler for you."

I held the wooden box in my hand:

"I'm looking for Logan Hayes."

Mark's face instantly changed. He reached out to cover my mouth:

"Are you crazy? You think you can just say Mr. Hayes's name like that? Be careful or you won't get a single penny."

"You really think you're somebody important?"

I sneered:

"Logan Hayes and his daughter killed your wife, yet you don't even dare say his name."

"If you want to be a dog, be one yourself. Don't drag me into it."

Mark's face instantly turned red.

The veins on his temples stood out clearly.

If we were at home, his palm would have already slapped my face. At the Hayes estate, he still maintained basic decorum.

The other security guard in the gatehouse couldn't sit still anymore.

He grabbed a baton and ran in front of me:

"Zoe Mitchell, calling our dad a dog---where are your manners?"

"Mom died because you offended Serena. I haven't settled accounts with you yet, and now you're questioning us?"

Jacob straightened his security uniform.

Looking all righteous and proper.

Seeing once again what cold-blooded scum this father and son were, I couldn't help cursing Wendy in my heart again for being a fool.

This father and son clearly knew Serena was bullying me at school, yet they never stood up for me.

That would have been one thing.

We never had any real family affection anyway.

But they enjoyed Wendy's care every single day. Mark's shop lost nearly ten thousand a month, and Wendy filled the gap by working as a housekeeper and doing odd jobs.

Jacob stayed home playing games every day, and Wendy had to bring meals to his room.

Yet knowing Wendy was tortured to death by Serena.

They still chose to come to the Hayes estate and be their guard dogs, bowing and scraping and wagging their tails at them.

I wonder if Wendy saw this scene.

Would she regret it?

I tested them one last time:

"Mark, Jacob, I haven't signed the settlement agreement yet."

"Come with me to the police station now and tell them everything."

"Mark, I can let go of the wrong things you did before."

Mark froze.

His eyes darted around, a flash of guilt quickly passing through his pupils.

But before he could say anything.

Jacob rushed over and kicked me in the stomach:

"Zoe Mitchell, I'm warning you, Dad and I are doing great now. Even working as security at the Hayes estate, we're living the high society life."

"You want to ruin our good days? Don't even think about it."

"And you want to see Mr. Hayes? Believe it or not, I could kill you right now and no one would dare say anything."

Mark calmed down too, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows at me:

"Zoe Mitchell, be smart. Take the money and work as a maid at the Hayes estate."

"Think about it---when Wendy was alive, could you eat lobster and premium steak for every meal? The moment Wendy died, our good days arrived."

"What does that tell you? It tells you Wendy was a curse on our family of three."

He crouched down and grabbed my arm:

"Zoe, if you don't want to be a maid, that's fine too. As long as you let the Hayes family put a tracker on you and promise never to go to the police..."

His face was still full of longing for the good life.

Then his expression suddenly froze.

Followed by an inhuman wail.

That piercing sound almost made Jacob wet his pants. He mustered his courage and pinned Mark's body down.

Only then did he discover both eyes were streaming blood.

I'd blinded him.

Jacob's face turned ashen: "Are you insane? You believe I won't call the police?"

I pulled my lips into a smile: "Go ahead and call them. Doesn't the Hayes family say they can smooth over anything for their daughter?"

"What do you mean?"

Mark's pig-like screaming brought everyone out of the villa.

A servant suddenly pointed at my face and shouted:

"Look, doesn't she look familiar?"