Chapter 10

Seeing that Deborah Benson had agreed, Brisa was delighted. Great! That despicable Deborah is done for tomorrow! Just wait! From tomorrow on, you will be plunged into endless pain! "Well, you rest first, and we'll see each other tomorrow morning!" Brisa couldn't hide her excitement and turned around. At that moment, Deborah behind her suddenly spoke, "Did you tell my parents about going to the Brown family for the reunion?" Brisa suddenly froze in place. Deborah sneered. "You didn't tell them, did you? Otherwise, why are you so afraid of me going to find them?" Brisa took a deep breath and suddenly turned around. In her eyes, there was no longer the meek and weak look from earlier, but a gloomy one. "That's right, I didn't tell them." She stared at Deborah, her voice cold and indifferent, "That poor and rundown family, I won't spend a single moment there! If I tell them, they will definitely come to harass me and extort my parents!" Deborah frowned, "They raised you for eighteen years, and you hate them so much?" "Yes! I hate them to death!" Brisa gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse, "They made me live a life of poverty and misery for eighteen years! If they hadn't mistakenly picked up the wrong child, the first eighteen years of my life wouldn't have been so miserable!" "You've always been living in comfort since you were young and have never experienced any hardship. You definitely don't understand my feelings, do you?" Brisa said mockingly, "But it doesn't matter, soon, you will experience the same life that I used to live. I hope that when the time comes, you will still have the same indifferent look on your face!" After speaking, she turned and left. Deborah stood in place, watching her departing figure with her pupils slightly contracted. She didn't care if her parents were poor or rich. What she cared about was the precious feeling of being together as a family. In her past life, she never had the chance to even see her own parents and was kept locked up by the Brown family. It wasn't until she was sent to prison that she found out that her biological father was killed in a hit-and-run by Brisa. She later investigated in secret while in prison and discovered that her father had come to see Brisa not for money, but out of concern for her. However, Brisa cruelly killed him.  The Browns knew the truth but still covered it up and even deceived themselves to help her take the blame. Thinking of all the tragedies of her past life, Deborah narrowed her eyes and clenched her fingers into fists at her side. In this new life, she certainly wouldn't let the tragedies of her past life repeat themselves! She turned around, walked over to the dressing table, and opened the drawer. The jewelry box in the drawer was full of precious jewelry that she used to wear. She naturally wouldn't take these with her, instead... Deborah's lips curled into a cold smile as she leisurely picked out a few of the most valuable pieces. After selecting her jewelry, Deborah pulled out her phone and dialed Rowan's number. As Brisa's future boyfriend, he couldn't miss such an important event tomorrow, could he? However, this time Deborah had miscalculated. No one answered Rowan's phone call. ... At the same time, in the study room of the Hobbs family. Rowan knelt in front of the desk, his eyes sunken, his face turning blue, his beard scruffy, and his expression haggard. Ever since he came back on his birthday night, he had been forced to kneel in the study and had been there for almost a week. His father was still angry with him. Mrs. Browning, his mother, looked at her son with pity and helplessness. She walked up to Mr. Browning and tried to persuade him. "My dear Mr. Hobbs, your son has been kneeling for four or five days now. Shouldn't you calm down?" Mr. Browning's face turned livid, his anger barely contained. "Calm down? Do you know how close his actions came to destroying our Hobbs family? He's already grown up, but he still doesn't know his place, relying on our family's power to act blatantly. He even dares to offend the Phantom Arts Group!" As he spoke, he staggered back two steps, overcome with anger. Mrs. Browning hurriedly hold him and said, "Don't get too worked up. Calm down." "How can I not get worked up?!" Mr. Browning glared at Rowan. "The stock prices of Wavetube have been falling these past few days! If this continues, the company will soon go out of business later!" Mrs. Browning sighed, at a loss for words. Her son had really offended a big shot this time, daring to cross the Phantom Arts Group, a financial powerhouse that could bring down a company with a flick of their wrist. Rowan knelt on the ground in embarrassment, regretting his actions. How was he supposed to know that the person he had met at the Amber Hotel would turn out to be from the Phantom Arts group? He had never even seen the man before. All he did was spout off a few vulgar words in the heat of the moment, but who would have thought that he would offend the Phantom Arts group? First, they cancelled his VIP membership at the Amber Hotel, and then they targeted Wavetube, causing his father to punish him by making him kneel until his knees swelled up! Sigh! If only he had known it would turn out like this, he would have just kept his mouth shut and stayed far away from the man at the Amber Hotel. Mr. Browning looked at his disappointing son with a headache and pulled out his phone to call the secretary of the Phantom Arts group's CEO. ... As nightfall descended upon the city, the vibrant lights of the urban landscape illuminated the darkness. The night life in Prusas, bustling with excitement and luxury, had just begun. Located in the heart of the city, the exclusive villa district is a peaceful oasis amidst the buzz, now enveloped in silence. The master bedroom was shrouded in darkness, with tightly closed curtains that blocked out any hint of light. On the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, a young man had his eyes tightly shut, his brows furrowed, as if he was caught in a nightmare. He was covered in sweat as he dreamt of a huge stone pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe. He opened his eyes and saw the girl once again. Just like him, she was pinned down by a heavy object, her face covered in blood. She stared at him for a long time before whispering, "I'm sorry..." Then, he watched helplessly as the world around him collapsed. The girl falls into boundless darkness accompanied by shattered stones. And he fell with them. The overwhelming sense of weightlessness made Holden shudder as he suddenly woke up. "Whew..." The familiar darkness in front of him made the young man let out a sigh of relief. "Another nightmare?" A mature, low-pitched male voice came from the darkness. Holden wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned on the bedside lamp, sitting up. Sitting on the sofa against the wall was a man with an extraordinary temperament, handsome and cold. He was dressed in a black high-end suit and had his hair neatly combed, exuding a noble temperament. Holden looked up at him, his eyes tinged with a hint of bloodshot, and whispered, "Uncle Kyle." Kyle stood up and handed him a handkerchief, asking, "What kind of nightmare is it this time? Grandpa said you've been having them for several days in a row." The young man pursed his lips, wiping off the sweat from his forehead, but remained silent. Since last week, he had been having the same nightmare, where he always saw that girl. He couldn't see her face clearly, and every time he tried to reach out to her, he failed. For an entire week, he had the same nightmare every night when he went to bed. He couldn't explain why this was happening.