Chapter 568
Diana flipped open the report, her eyes widening in disbelief as she saw today''s date stamped at the
top.
"What on earth?" She eximed, her voice tinged with rm.
How could this be happening?
Why had Yuri not given up on the paternity test with Vivienne?
She had already tampered with the test results back in Sea City!
Gillian shrugged dismissively. "How should I know? If I had not been on my toes, Vivienne’s true
identity would have been exposed by now. Ms. Perez, it seems your standing in the Perez family is
hanging by a thread."
"There''s no need for your reminder, F-Poison!” Diana snapped back, her eyes aze with resentment.
And the woman in the vi, the one masquerading under Gillian’s guise, was indeed F-Poison.
F-Poison examined her reflection in the mirror, apparently quite pleased with her current facade. She
reveled in Diana''s animosity without a hint of difort.
"Ms. Perez, anger leads to wrinkles, you know. You''re still so young; you should take care of your skin,"
F-Poison advised, patting her own face gently.
Diana tore the paternity report into shreds and tossed it angrily into the trash bin.
She sat back, her gaze heavy with a cold intent. "Says someone who doesn’t have to live off her own
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face. Do you really care about it?"
F-Poison did not shy away from the question. "Of course, I take good care of my skin. Even with a
mask, I wouldn’t let it suffer. A woman should never neglect herself."
As F-Poison spoke, she settled opposite Diana, lifting a ss of red wine. "Ms. Perez, I''ve done you a
huge favor. Shouldn''t I see some form of gratitude by now?"
Diana took a deep breath, her agitation subsiding. "I''ve only just arrived in Rivenwood, using my
father''s illness as an excuse toe. Otherwise, the Perez family wouldn’t have wanted me here,
fearing I’d charm my father into handing over the family fortune to me."
"But you are here now, aren’t you? When will you fulfill your promise?"
F-Poison''s tone was light, as though she wasmenting on the fine taste of the wine.
But Diana stiffened, a tingling sense of dread washing over her. She swallowed hard, fighting to keep
her hands steady. "I''ll make good on my promise soon enough. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten our
deal."
F-Poison swirled her ss, the wine tracing her lips, her calm eyes betraying a hint of danger.
Diana averted her gaze, not daring to meet F-Poison''s eyes.
"Then, Ms. Perez, I look forward to our continued partnership. Don''t disappoint me," F-Poison said with
a smile, standing to pour another ss of wine.
Diana breathed a sigh of relief. "Enjoy your drink. I must be going."
"Take care," F-Poison replied, still with her back to Diana, her voice airy and detached.
Diana hurried out of the vi and rushed to her car, her hands finally ceasing their tremble after a long
moment.
Leaning on the steering wheel, she was haunted by the memory of that fateful day.
She was six years old.
In the Perez Mansion''s backyard, she had watched a man scale the fence and approach herself and
Sasha as they yed.
As protective as ever, Sasha positioned herself in front of Diana, eyeing the intruder warily. "Who are
you? What are you doing in our yard?"
The man, his features obscured by a half-mask, revealed only his lips, shadowed by a faint stubble.
He crouched down, smiling at Sasha''s question. "You must be Sasha, about the same age as my
daughter. I''m F-Poison. It''s our first meeting, and I didn’t bring a gift. You don’t mind, do you?"
Sasha remained vignt. "What do you want? Stay away from us!"
"I''m here to take you away, make your father lose you forever. That''s my fun. Come on, Sasha. Let’s
go," F-Poison said, extending a hand toward Sasha, his demeanor still pleasant.
Diana, hidden behind Sasha, did not know what to do.
But when she heard ''make your father lose you forever,'' something stirred within her.
She nced at Sasha, who was fiercely protecting her, and took a step back.
Sasha was ready to fight, confident in her own skills. Yet, Diana picked up a stone and struck Sasha
hard on the head.
Sasha turned with disbelief in her eyes before copsing into darkness.
Diana handed the stone to F-Poison, her voice timid. "You said to make her go away from Dad forever."
The sound of the car horn snapped Diana back to reality, her forehead slick with sweat.
She sat up straight, took a deep breath, and started the car, her gaze hardening with resolve.
‘Sasha, I won’t let your daughter return to the Perez family. I managed to get rid of you thirty years ago.
I won’t let your daughter be an obstacle now!’ With malice, she thought.
...
At the Rivenwood Penitentiary.
Vivienne pushed through the doors.
Inside, Flynn was curled up on the floor, clutching at his cor, gasping for breath, his body tormented
as if covered in crawling ants, both painful and itching.
Vivienne took a seat, twirling a lollipop in her mouth, her face etched with a mocking smile.
Flynn was Percival’s favorite uncle in the Ellington family, a figure he had admired since childhood.
In Percival''s heart, Flynn''s stature was no less than Richard Ellington''s.
But what had Flynn done?
He exploited Percival''s trust, gradually cornering him, plunging him into the maelstrom time and again.
In the final moments, Flynn had the audacity to try to use the entire Ellington family to manipte
Percival.
And for what? A mere inheritance dispute.
Percival never cared for the title of heir to the Ellington family.
Yet the empire Richard had built needed a reliable sessor to carry on the legacy. Updated at
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Once things settled down, Percival intended to pass the baton to Flynn.
But he had never anticipated...
This betrayal had always been a thorn in Percival''s side.
Though he never spoke of it, Vivienne knew.
There Flynn was, curled up, his hands clutching his stomach, eyes ring at Vivienne with venomous
fury.
"Where''s the antidote?"
His former glory had long since faded away.
Vivienne nced at her watch and said calmly, "Congrattions, you''ve survived the poison''s torment
once more."