Chapter 696


    Chapter 696 You Are Not Weed Here


    Sylvie briefly pondered Bruce''s change in personality but quickly forgot all about it. After all, she had


    more pressing matters to worry about other than him.


    It''s been almost a month since I obtained a visa. I was nning to seek Zayne''s help and fly abroad


    quietly. s, my fake identity got exposed. Since I have no connections with the Zeigler family, there''s


    no way he''ll help me. Although the Zeigler family has remained silent for now, I know they''ll soon


    release a statement rifying that I''m not Old Mr. Zeigler''s granddaughter. When those who secretly


    sent me money in hopes of sucking up to the family or seeking its help see that, they''ll surely be


    furious. My reputation will be in the gutter once this news breaks online. If those people go to the


    Zeigler residence to demand an exnation, and Old Mr. Zeigler gets angry and decides to pursue the


    matter, I''ll be doomed too.


    All those thoughts weighed heavily on her mind to the point that she felt suffocated.


    It''s so unfair! Why was I born into such a miserable life? No matter how hard I try, I can never climb to


    the ranks of the rich and powerful. Every day, I have to live in fear and worry about whether I can make


    it to the next day.


    Sylvie had not truly cried ever since she was sixteen years old.


    But now, the fear, anger, grievances, indignance, and other emotions she had bottled up within her


    burst forth, causing her eyes to well with tears.


    Soon, the floodgates opened, and tears streamed down her face. There was no stopping them, and


    they quickly soaked through her mask.


    It was only when the piercing re of a car honking rang out that she jolted to her senses and quickly


    held back her tears. Spotting a taxi approaching, she quickly waved it down and got in.


    “To the airport, please.”


    By the time Sylvie arrived at Baykeep, it was already past four o''clock in the afternoon.


    It was a rainy day at Baykeep.


    Although it was still the afternoon, the skies were so dark and gloomy that it felt as though it was


    nighttime.


    After taking a taxi to the Zeigler residence, she used makeup remover wipes to remove her eyeliner


    and bright lipstick. Then, she applied ayer of foundation in a light shade that made her look sickly


    pale.


    After spending a lot of time with Herbert, she knew very well that he was soft-hearted and could not


    bear to see someone cry.


    Sylvie had the taxi driver stop some distance from the Zeigler residence, then chose a small path and


    headed toward the house that was situated halfway up the mountain. ncing downward after walking


    for a while, she suddenly lost her footing and fell onto the hard, stone steps before tumbling all the way


    to the bottom.


    It felt as though a car had run over her and shattered her bones.


    Shey there for a long time, unable to get up, and every breath she took was painful. There was a


    zed look in her eyes as she raised her head to gaze at the dark sky.


    What''s the point of living if life is so hard?


    However, indignance and determination surged within her as she recalled her childhood, her pitiful


    mother, and the vow she had made.


    Gritting her teeth, she ced both hands on the ground and slowly got to her feet before climbing the


    steps again.


    A security guard stood ramrod straight inside the guardhouse at the Zeigler residence''srge iron


    gates. He was a retired soldier, and his sharp gaze pierced through the heavy rain as he closely


    monitored the surroundings.


    It did not take him long to notice that a woman was heading in his direction.


    She hunched her right shoulder as though it were injured, and there were mud stains on her white


    dress. She looked disheveled and pitiful.


    Once the security guard had a clear look at the woman''s face, he said frostily, “Ms. sen, you''re not


    weed here.”


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    Even I, someone who has worked here for less than three years, know how much Old Mr. Zeigler


    misses his second daughter. This woman is utterly despicable for daring to trick a man who''s already in


    his seventies.


    Sylvie pressed her lips together, swallowing the droplets of rain on her lips. “I''m here to apologize to the


    general.”


    The security guard gave a humorless bark ofughter, his expression cold and indifferent.


    Sylvie did not utter another word. Instead, she walked over to therge iron gates and fell to her knees


    on the cold, muddy ground.