Chapter 2The Mind Reader's Choice

The Montgomery estate was in an exclusive villa district where you couldn't hail a cab. I had to walk all the way to the main road outside.

A cold, drizzling rain had begun to fall. The streets were mostly deserted. Just as I reached the side of the road, a Porsche pulled up smoothly right in front of me.

I tried to walk away to hail a ride, but the car seemed to have eyes, following my every step.

I frowned, bent down, and tapped on the window. A familiar face appeared before my eyes.

Stella Harrington curled her lips into a disdainful smirk, mocking me:

"What's wrong? Got kicked out of the family dinner?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A doormat is a doormat. You'll never get a seat at the big table in this lifetime."

I stared at her for a long moment before slowly curling my lips into a smile:

"What do you think Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery would do if they found out that you were the one who tried to assault Weston years ago, which led to his mental breakdown?"

Stella froze. She crushed her cigarette, stepped out of the car, grabbed me by the collar, and screamed:

"How do you know about that?!"

"No wonder... the last time he ordered you to bring us condoms at the hotel, you completely lost it and trashed the room to keep us apart. I thought you were just jealous, but you were actually protecting your master, huh?"

"Go ahead, tell them! If you tell them, Weston might remember that night, and he'll go insane all over again. Then no one will dare marry him, and his parents will be begging me to marry him!"

She was right. The only reason Stella could show her face so brazenly in front of Weston was that she knew the Montgomery family wouldn't dare expose the truth, even if they knew.

Otherwise, Weston might be triggered into another psychotic break and attempt suicide again.

A surge of pure rage shot from my chest to my limbs. I felt my blood freezing over.

The woman in front of me hadn't said enough. She chuckled and spat on the ground near my feet:

"You're just a coward!"

"If you couldn't protect your own boyfriend back then, don't blame me!"

"Now I want him again. I want to play with him, and what the hell can you do about it—"

Smack!

I threw all rationality to the wind and drove a vicious elbow into her, knocking her to the ground.

Rage rushed to my head. I stepped forward, pinned her down, and raised my fist to strike again.

In that split second, a piercing pain erupted from the back of my head. My entire body went numb, as if a pause button had been pressed.

I turned my head blankly.

Weston stood there, holding a blood-stained brick. His face was half-angry, his expression dark:

"Are you crazy, Harper?! Who gave you the right to hit Stella?!"

"Being jealous is one thing, but this is crossing the line!"

I reached up and touched the back of my head. My hand came away covered in blood, and my vision instantly blurred.

Stella scrambled up from the ground, hid behind Weston, and glared at me with a wicked smile:

"Where did this rabid dog come from, biting people for no reason? I'll kill you!"

Saying that, Stella raised her foot and viciously kicked me with her high heel.

Caught off guard, the kick landed hard. The agonizing pain from my head and my thigh made me nearly black out.

In the final second before my consciousness faded, I saw Stella nestled in Weston's arms, looking down at me with a provocative, triumphant glare, spitting on the ground one last time.