Chapter 220


    Ever since she became the heiress of the Brooks family, Arabe had been showered with ttery by


    men. She was blinded by this and started to genuinely think that she was irresistible, forgetting that


    these men were drawn to her due to the power and influence of the Brooks family.


    If she were just Arabe Hawthorn, neither Tristan nor Paul would have bothered to nce at her.


    "Arabe, you''re the reason I’m like this. I won''t let you get away with it." Tristan''s icy gaze sent shivers


    down Arabe''s spine.


    Her legs were weak, and she could barely stand. She slowly retreated, but she suddenly felt a foot


    heavily pressed on her back.


    "Where do you think you''re going, my cousin?"


    Arabe looked back in fear, only to see Ashley standing at the door with several muscr men.


    Ashley watched Arabe with a look of disdain, unable toprehend how someone could be so


    shameless. Even after being exposed, Arabe still refused to admit her wrongdoings.


    "Tristan, help me. Please!" Arabe turned to Tristan, pleading for his help.


    "Oh, didn''t you know?" Ashley chuckled lightly. "These men work for your dear Tristan."


    As Arabe was dragged away, Calista entered.


    Like a drowning woman grasping at a lifeline, Arabe reached out and clung to Calista''s sleeve.


    "Calista, please help me!"


    Calista looked at the fingerprints left on the ce where her clothing was pulled, her eyes showing


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    Tristan gave an order, and the man holding Arabe mercilessly broke her fingers. Arabe''s screams


    echoed through the entire floor.


    Calista, as if she hadn''t heard, just lowered her head to examine Tristan''s body.


    Ashley merely turned to Tristan and asked, "Where are you taking her?"


    "To where she belongs." Tristan replied coldly, clearly not wanting to discuss the matter further in front


    of Calista.


    ...


    After examining Tristan, Calista left.


    And Tristan''s eyes lingered on Calista.


    Ashley couldn''t help but mock him. "Don''t bother. You''re not in Calista''s league."


    Tristan knew this all too well. Even before he was injured, he wasn''t worthy of Calista. The truth stung,


    but he could do nothing but ept it.


    Ashley sneered, leaving the hospital room without looking back.


    As she passed by Calista''s office, she saw her talking on the phone. Ashley nodded at her, and Calista


    nodded back before Ashley walked away.


    "Mom," Calista said slowly, holding her phone and watching Ashley''s retreating figure. "Did you see the


    news about the Brooks family?"


    Her mother’s voice came through the line, sounding both proud and aloof. "Yes. How''s Scott doing?"


    "He''s taken it hard," replied Calista.


    A moment of silence passed before her mother replied. "I''ll be in Havenwood for a concert in a few


    days. We should meet."


    "Sure." Calista agreed and ended the call.


    Her parents had been in a loveless, arranged marriage and parted ways when she was ten. Despite


    being raised by her father and seeing her mother infrequently, she felt a closer connection to her


    mother.


    It wasn’t until she met Percival that she understood why her proud and haughty mother had pined for a


    man for decades.


    Meanwhile, Dorian received calls from Michael and Joseph. Unaware that Dorian''s family had moved


    to the luxurious Jade Garden Residences, they visited his old address at Tranquil Estates, only to find


    him absent.


    They were seeking him out for money.


    The ruse that Beatrice and Arabe had pulled off, forging paternity tests to fool the Brooks family, had


    been brought to light. Consequently, Scott had ceased paying for Beatrice''s medical expenses and


    pressed charges against her.


    Now, in one fell swoop, Beatrice and her two children had gone from living in thep of luxury to barely


    scraping by. They were so destitute that they couldn''t even cover Beatrice''s medical bills, so they had


    to throw away their dignity even more to try and impose upon Dorian.


    "Tell them that we cut ties a long time ago!" Cordelia was fuming. "When they came to your hospital


    room asking for money, I told them they could sue us. Whatever the court orders, we''ll pay!"


    As for the notion of them visiting Beatrice in the hospital and taking care of her…


    That was nothing but a pipe dream.


    "Since you guys find them so irritating, let''s send them back to the sticks." Percival cated. "Don''t


    worry, I won''t let them bother you."


    Just then, his phone rang. He nced at it and walked into the yard to answer.


    "Percival, our target got taken by Tristan''s crew before we could get her." Thomas informed him.


    "Oh, how did that go?" Percival asked, arching an eyebrow.


    "Tristan sold her to a human smuggler who deals in trafficking women to the Golden Triangle." Thomas


    continued, "Arabe was tied up and gagged as soon as she was brought on board because she was


    causing a scene. She''ll likely spend the rest of her life enved in the Golden Triangle."


    Percival''s eyes flickered. Tristan was indeed quite ruthless.


    "Let him be. Remember, I don''t want this womaning back."


    "Understood." Thomas hung up.


    "Talking about Arabe?"


    Percival turned around and saw Vivienne standing behind him. Her hands were tucked in her pockets


    as she observed him.


    "Vivienne." He reached out to pull her closer, lowering his head to nip at her earlobe as he softly asked,


    "Why did you let Arabe impersonate you?"


    She was the golden girl of the Brooks family. She could go back anytime she wanted and live in thep


    of luxury.


    Given Scott and Judith''s adoration for Arabe, if Vivienne returned to their family, they would only


    shower her with more love and admiration for her talent and abilities.


    But she didn''t go back.


    Instead, she let Arabe impersonate her and run wild.


    Vivienne''s eyes flickered.


    Before her mother''s wedding to Scott, she had suddenly run away, likely sensing some danger.


    She didn’t know whether this danger was external or lurking within the Brooks family.


    So, she let Arabe y her role to see if any unidentified people would try to approach Arabe.


    If Arabe wanted the glory of being the Brooks family''s golden girl, she would have to bear the risks


    as well.


    Unfortunately, Arabe was useless. She couldn''t even hold out for two months and didn''t find out what


    Vivienne wanted to know.