Caught off guard by her sudden shift in demeanor, the dirty man with a limp mocked, "So, the dead fish learns to turn at last."

While the sudden hospitality was unexpected, the dirty man was thirsty, so he accepted the cup eagerly and guzzled the water.

Then, he placed the cup down and remarked, "If you can prove to me that you can contribute, then I will rethink my decision to throw you out... Ah... Ah...."

The taunting words devolved into labored gasps as the dirty man's face contorted into an expression of agony. It felt like the fires of hell were in his throat, razing everything in its path until his vocal chords were nothing more than charred lumps.

Eyes bulging with horror and disbelief, he raised a trembling, dirt-streaked finger at Lauren. "Ah... Ah..."

"Clap!" Without even a hint of remorse, Lauren raised her hand and struck the dirty man down with every ounce of strength she could muster. She spat disdainfully on the curled form of the man and hissed. "Old fool, hurry to hell!"

The dirty man's cries tapered off a few seconds later, his wide unseeing eyes frozen in a state of shock even in death.

Fury coursed through Lauren as she glared down at the dirty man. Now, she saw not a dirty man that had taken advantage of her, but her enemy who had ruined her life. She went and got a knife and mercilessly gouged his eyes out.

When she finally calmed down and could think rationally again, she dragged the man's body to the old refrigerator and stuffed it inside.

It took considerable effort, but she managed to get it done.

Then, she surveyed her surroundings. From high-rise villas to filthy shacks. 0h, how the mighty had fallen!

Lauren wrongly assumed Raegan was the reason for her downfall. Raegan should never have returned alive! Without Raegan, Mitchel wouldn't have been this merciless toward her. How wonderful life would have been if Raegan died when she fell into the river five years ago!

Lauren's hatred seeped into every bone in her body and corroded her mind. There was only one thought in her mind and it was the one thing that had kept her going even after all the horrors she had endured. Raegan had to pay!

At the Kingbel Club.

The door of the private room was pushed open by a waiter and an impeccably dressed man walked in. He came to an abrupt halt, a sneer curling his lips when he saw the handsome man sitting across from him. "It's ironic, Mr. Dixon, that you're supposed to be sick yet here you are, strolling around as if nothing is wrong. My sister is so trusting and gullible that she stayed home today to cook Liver porridge for you."

Warmth surged up in Mitchel's heart when he heard that Raegan was at home cooking for him.

He didn't try to hide his joy and as such, Erick could see the pleased smile on his face.

Erick found Mitchel's smile to be particularly aggravating and he scoffed. “It seems that Mr. Dixon is still quite the master at manipulating people.

Despite his pallor, Mitchel's lips curved downwards as he looked up at Erick. In a sincere voice, he told Erick, "Elder brother, you misunderstand me. I would never play with Raegan's feelings; I truly love her."

Erick felt a pulsing headache the second he heard Mitchel call him elder brother in that casual tone.