Chapter 330


    “No, you devil! Let me die!” Arthur Haddock wailed desperately in pain.


    Rather than enduring this kind of torture, it would be better for him to die than to live.


    “When you sent out my mom into the arms of those perverts, she must’ve been so frightened. She was


    so weak. She must be more frightened and more terrified than you now. Dad desperately tried but


    couldn’t save her! Grandpa, let this be retribution of the pain that you’ve caused me! In fact, this pain


    that I’m giving you now is merely a tiny fraction of what I’ve experienced!”


    Having gotten all his frustration off his chest, he did not even take a nce at his frail grandfather lying


    on the bed as he turned and left, bringing along with him the hammer – the object of pure terror.


    As soon as the door was mmed shut, Arthur felt spent – like a candle in the wind – as heid there


    helpless and weak.


    Pain throbbed throughout every cell in his body.


    It was so painful that he could not sleep nor stay awake. He drifted in and out of consciousness, and in


    his confused state, he started to hallucinate about the events that happened more than ten years ago…


    *


    Dixon had juste out of Arthur’s room when he ran into Sienna head-on.


    She was wearing a crimson tight-fitting traditional dress that entuated her exquisite figure.


    In her hand, she carried a small bag, and she looked as if she had just returned from a banquet.


    A faint fragrance emanated from her.


    “Hello aunt.”


    Hearing his voice, Sienna’s face turned pale, as she paused to gander at the slender frame of a


    terrifying man.


    “Dixon…”


    She remembered everything that had happened in the office during the day…


    Her face alternated between pale white and blushing red, yet she felt consistently frightened.


    She dared not look at Dixon, fearing something terrible would be done unto her again.


    “Come to my study room. I have something to tell you.” Having said that, he headed up to the


    aforementioned room on the second floor.


    Sienna bit her lips and was left with no choice but to follow him.


    Dixon Haddock was a man with unbelievable self-control. Though he had lost restraint during the day


    and raped Sienna, he did not regret nor mull over it. All these years, he had always kept himself


    together. Especially regarding matters rted to women, he had been sessfully abstinent.


    As to what happened between him and Sienna during the day. Looked like he had to practice


    restraining himself more!


    Upon entering the study, he handed a few envelopes to Sienna. “Aunt, here are some letters. These


    must be dealt with. Deal with them properly.”


    “These are…” Sienna nced at the letters suspiciously. All the letters were addressed from Lake


    Emerald Orphanage.


    The Lake Emerald Orphanage was a highly reputable welfare institution funded by Haddock Charity for


    many years.


    However, still maintaining contact through letters in these modern times and age seemed oddly


    peculiar.


    “Get rid of them.” Dixon reminded as he continued with his paperwork.


    Sienna dared not utter anything as she immediately turned and left.


    Upon exiting the room, she heaved a sigh of relief.


    Fortunately, he did nothing.


    She thought that he would do something cruel to her again.


    Upon reaching her own room, she dropped the letters on her desk and went to take a shower.


    Having experienced such terrible things during the day, she was so exhausted that when she finished


    her shower she copsed onto her bed and drifted to sleep immediately.


    Early next morning, after she was done with her morning routine, she left the house and went to work


    at the Haddock Group headquarters.


    She hadpletely forgotten about the matter rted to the letters. Only when she got back from


    work, she remembered. However, the letters on her desk were missing.


    *


    Ashlyn rested well for the whole day yesterday.


    She got up early in the morning, feeling refreshed from having enough sleep. It was sch afortable


    feeling!


    There were only two days left before the National Day G Night.


    For the next two days, she had to maximize her time to train these performers.


    On the inte, the National Day G Night had be a hot trending topic due to the numerous


    publicity by the TV stations. Almost the whole poption had been keeping track of the event.


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    The g which was jointly hosted by the Lake City TV Station in conjunction with the local municipal


    government was the focal point of the day.


    There were fans of Ashlyn who had given their 100% trust and 100% support to her – their heroine.


    Meanwhile, there were also detractors who constantlyughed, criticized, and distrusted her, all the


    while saying that the G Night would be a disaster.