Chapter 503

Before she turned ten, Veronica Wren hadn’t been taken in by Lydia Ashford yet. Back then, her mom was still alive, just always on the run after trusting the wrong person, barely making time to come home and see her. Her grandfather, a big-shot mafia boss overseas, had zero chill when it came to training his heir. Since she could remember, she'd been dumped in the wild, strapped with a heat sensor. Every time her body temp dropped to a dangerous low, one of his men would come drag her back for treatment. And once she recovered? Yep, back to the survival challenges like nothing happened. She must’ve been five or six—it was a blur—but from that age on, her memories were all about fighting lions, tigers, snakes, rats… you name it, she hunted it. At nine, she took down a wolf. She collapsed in its bloody mess, barely any patch of her skin left untouched. That was the moment her mom finally decided to get her out, take her far away. And it cost her her life. For a woman tied to the organiza