“How does it feel to be pped in your own face? You tried to frame me multiple times have you ever considered that there


    would be consequences?”


    Bethany felt a mixture of hunitiation and anger, but the pain from her swollen face made it impossible for her to say anything


    Finally, Faye and Brin Ignored the tense atmosphere and rushed onto the stage, freeing the disheveled Bethany from the guards‘


    grip. Knowing it was best not to continue lingering at the venue, they escorted Bethany off, supporting her as she walked away in


    embarrassment. Before leaving, they refrained from making any more throats, just ring of sheena.


    Sheena was utterly dismissive of their hostile re. After all, only the weak rolle methods to intimidate others.


    With Erin and herpanions gone, the atmosphere at the veue remained touse. While guests were initially shocked upon


    learning that Sheena was Jean’s master, witnessing her publicly reprimand Bethany transformed their shock into fear.


    It was only when Jean expressed warm wishes for the Moore Group’s grand opening in the video call that the atmosphere


    gradually eased, bringing the event back on track. Despite the ups and downs, the Moore Group’s grand opening was a sess,


    especially with Jean’s well wishes at the end.


    Vanessa and Kennedy were prac


    beaming with joy, treating Sheena as if she were their


    savior. They warmly greeted the guests, malding the second half of the event incredibly


    harmonious.


    Sheena was not particrly fond of such social gatherings, so she found an excuse to slip away to a quieter corridor. Making


    sure no one was around, she took out her phone and made a call.


    The mature voice on the other end of the line sounded unusually excited.


    “Ever since you left Roisne and disappeared, | lost all contact with you. Later, when the Lawson family announced your death, |


    had several sleepless nights. Thank goodness you’re okay...”


    Sheena smiled. “They say good things neverst, and bad things never die. How could “bad news'' like me die so easily?”


    Jeanughed at Sheena’s self—deprecation.


    Sheena quickly changed to a serious expression. “Thank you for today.”Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    “What for? You''re practically half my master, anyway.”


    During her childhood, Sheera had been sent to learn martial arts from a reclusive master in Notene, where Jean was ber senior.


    Due to Sheena’s exceptional talent, not only did she learn quickly, but she could also innovate and improve on her techniques


    Jean had even lost to her in a sparring match and begged to learn the improved version, prompting Sheena to tease her into


    calling her “master ”


    This time, Jean sensed someone intentionally making things difficult for Sheena and swiftly cooperated to stage this


    performance.


    Both of them then reminisce about the past.


    Just as Sheena hesitated to inquire about the well-being of her other seniors, she heard the sound of wheels rolling closer.


    Then, she promptly ended the call and faced Hannah, who was slowly wheeling herself down the corridor.


    Hannah observed Sheena’s gorgeous face and smiled. “The moment | woke up and saw you, | knew you were different. Your


    calmness, your elegance, none of it resembles a poor child who grew up in an orphanage.”


    Sheena pursed her lips, maintaining eye contact without speaking.


    Hannah continued, “As | spent time with Noah these days, | found that he’s quite aloof. Yet, the only two times he’s spoken to me


    were about you. | believe you hold a very special ce in his heart.”


    Sheena asked, “What do you want to know?”


    “How did you make both of the Lawson family’s heirs willingly help you?” Hannah paused, growing skeptical, adding, “Who are


    you, really?”