Chapter 136: Deep-Seated Hatred
“Hee hee hee, little beauty, you no longer have a home.”
Lena laughed heartily, like a villain who had finally succeeded in her scheme.
Look at that little face, contorted with anger.
So red, like a ripe cherry.
And recalling Diana’s previous arrogance, then looking at her current silence, Lena felt a surge of satisfaction.
How delightful.
The little beauty crying, a rare sight.
Vanessa, the Creator of the hero’s party, the hero’s fiancée, reduced to this, it felt surreal.
Lena still remembered the hardships she had endured in her past life…
Vanessa’s spatial magic was unpredictable, always exposing Lena’s hiding places.
Whenever Lena was exhausted from battle, Vanessa would teleport the entire hero’s party back to the city for resupply, then reappear on the battlefield, dealing a devastating blow to Lena’s skeletal army.
And Lena could only flee, counterattacking a futile effort against the hero’s party at their peak…
Thinking of this, Lena’s smile widened, as if seeking revenge for her past life’s humiliation.
She would bully Vanessa relentlessly, then crush her!
Lena’s smile turned wicked. “Don’t be sad, little beauty, although your dear father didn’t leave you anything, at least he left behind a large estate, and a dilapidated mansion with no furniture.”
“…”
Vanessa’s body trembled, her head lowered, her thoughts unknown.
The Cavendish family’s spice business had been struggling for years, ever since Angel’s mother’s death. The risky spice export trade had become a hot potato, a mess no one wanted to handle.
However, Lena had investigated, and with a little capital and some clever management, the Cavendish family could be revived.
Their decline was solely due to Wilder’s incompetence.
He spent lavishly and earned meagerly, leading to their downfall.
And these were just the visible assets, the tip of the iceberg.
There were many hidden opportunities, like a buried gold mine. Lena saw its value, investing capital, assessing the risks, and securing the rights to it.
It could be said that the Cavendish family was ruined by Wilder.
A clueless, old-fashioned noble, incapable of leading the family to its former glory. And under Lena’s instigation and the lure of profit, Wilder had made the wisest, and also the most foolish, decision of his life…
“Tears don’t suit you,” Lena said, her voice laced with mockery.
“…”
Vanessa’s lips moved, her teeth clenched, her voice cold and strained. “Are you done yet?”
“Not yet. I know you want to confront Wilder, but he’s gone, vanished without a trace.”
Lena advised Vanessa to let it go, it wasn’t worth it.
But Vanessa was determined, her eyes filled with disappointment and hatred.
Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her skin, but this pain was nothing compared to the rage and hatred churning within her.
Seeing this, Lena decided not to push her any further.
“Listen, I have good news and bad news for you. I was going to tease you, but I’ll start with the bad news.”
“And the good news?”
Vanessa clung to this sliver of hope, desperately wishing Lena’s words were just a cruel joke, but reality was harsh.
“It’s good news for you, I know what you need the most right now.” Lena smiled, her expression triumphant. “Your father’s spatial coordinates, I’ve been keeping track of him.”
Vanessa’s eyes widened. “Give them to me!!”
“Don’t worry, I will, but not now.”
Lena enjoyed seeing Vanessa’s desperation.
This was more like it, the cold and aloof beauty tormented by the devil, wanting to rebel but suppressed, now forced to compromise, to obey her, just to get her father’s coordinates…
“Run a lap, and I’ll give them to you.”
“Run… a lap?”
“Yes, running,” Lena said to the pampered Vanessa. “Ten laps around the track, no magic, no tools, just your own two legs, you can do that, right?”
Of course, she could.
It wasn’t difficult for a healthy adult, even a trained child could do it, and Lena hadn’t set a time limit, Vanessa could jog slowly, get the coordinates, then give that irresponsible bastard a good beating.
But…
Vanessa hesitated.
And this was exactly the reaction Lena wanted.
“Forget it if you can’t, I don’t expect a pampered young lady like you to even finish one lap. I’ll just keep your father’s coordinates to myself, and after a week, Wilder will be a free man, enjoying his life.”
“Shut up!”
The mere mention of her father’s name filled Vanessa with rage.
Stealing his daughter’s dowry and abandoning his children, she had to see Wilder, then tear him into a hundred pieces with her spatial magic!
“Such passion, even I’m feeling inspired, ah~”
Lena dramatically mimicked Vanessa’s emotions.
She had wanted to do this for a long time, but never had the chance.
Revenge had to be memorable.
And bullying Vanessa was far more satisfying than bullying her own sister, Angel, for some reason.
Perhaps it was Vanessa’s fake arrogance that made her so tempting to torment.
“I’ll run, but you can’t go back on your word!” Vanessa finally agreed.
“A devil always keeps her promises, hee hee.”
Lena grinned.
They arrived at the Priest Academy’s track.
After just a few hundred meters, Vanessa was already out of breath, sweat beading on her forehead.
Vanessa’s stamina was truly pathetic, even worse than the “weakling” princess.
She even needed a magic carpet for short distances, a testament to her laziness.
Lena even doubted Vanessa could finish a single lap…
With such long hair, if she didn’t want it to get dirty, she would have to hold it up while running, even more tiring.
A pampered young lady, her delicate feet unaccustomed to exercise, after ten laps, she would probably need new legs.
Just as Lena was thinking, Vanessa reached the track and took off like an arrow.
Lena followed at a leisurely pace, a smug smile on her face…
