Chapter 126


    When Reba was having lunch, Veronica came home crying and ran to her room.


    Reba followed her into the room with a worried look on her face. Veronica had jumped onto her bed


    and buried her face in the pillow as tears kept flowing out. “Veronica,” Reba sat down and grabbed


    her arm. “What happened? Why are you crying like this? Did someone say anything bad to you?” Blood


    rushed into her eyes. While she might ignore insults thrown at her, she found it hard to digest when his


    sister was the subject of pain. “Tell me his name. I’ll go and put him in his ce!”


    “Don’t make things worse for me, sis. Just go.”


    “Don’t speak like that. Tell me what happened. It will lessen the burden on your heart.”


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    “Leave me alone, please.”


    “Veronica. Nothing will change from crying, “Reba sat down and tried to console her.” Only your


    health will worsen. So, please listen to me. Tell me what happened, and I’ll try to give you a solution.”


    After crying some more, Veronica sat up. Reba wiped her tears off, but more tears leaked out


    nonstop, even though she wasn’t crying out loud anymore. “Who hurt you this much?” Reba was


    trying her best to not break something in rage.


    “I went on a date with the son of the billionaire Ferver family,” she exined, her mouth turned down.


    “And he said nice things about dad, mom, brother, and you, but then he said I’m worth nothing because


    I’m not sessful like you three.”


    “He dared speak that way to you?” Reba’s blood boiled. Her chest size began to increase with every


    breath. “Who does he think is? Just because his father’s a billionaire, he thinks he can talk trash to you?


    I will go and” “He isn’t wrong,” Veronica’s head was tilted forward.


    “What?” Reba was surprised. “I don’t have a job, sis,” Veronica’s forehead puckered as her sister


    lifted her head by the chin. “I’m still living off of our parents’ money. I’m pathetic, just like he said.” Her


    heart ached, and she began sobbing again. “No, you’re not,” Reba pulled her closer and hugged her.


    “You’re not a loser. You’re just slowpared to others because we all doted on you since you were


    young. That guy knew nothing about you. He had no idea what he was talking about, so don’t take his


    words to your heart. But… who even arranged a date with such a person?” “M-Mom…”


    “Tsk, she never takes a rest, does she?” Reba touched her forehead. “Anyway, you shoulde with


    me.”


    Her heart skipped twice. “Where?”


    “We will go and teach that prick a good lesson so he wouldn’t hurt another woman like this!” “What?”


    Veronica shook her head. “No. Let’s just forget it.” “If you don’t want toe, then I’ll go alone. I can’t


    just let this matter slide.” Reba hadn’t seen Veronica cry like that in years, so she really wanted to


    teach Ron Ferver a humbling lesson. “Please, sis. Don’t make this matter worse,” she held her sister’s


    hand to stop her.


    “Listen, Veronica. You’re undervaluing yourself because of some guy’s words,” Reba touched her


    cheeks and wiped her tears with her thumbs. “Adults are mainly judged by four things: Looks, skills,


    character, and wealth. You onlyck in the ‘professional skills department, so don’t think you’re lower


    than someone with a job. Have more confidence in yourself, okay?”


    “M-Mhm, but please don’t go. Let’s just end this thing here,” she begged.


    Reba pitied her sister. Veronica, who was usually so rebellious, looked like a scared little puppy. She


    sighed. “Fine, I won’t, but only if you promise you won’t ever let others walk all over you without a damn


    good reason.”


    “M-Mhm.”


    Reba smiled and hugged her and kissed on top of her head.


    A few hourster.


    At a private vi near the sea, Ron and his half-naked friends of both genders were having fun at the


    shore, ying all kinds of games. After getting tired, they sat down and chatted under fluffy clouds as


    wonderful waves crashed at their feet. Some women asked Ron topete with them in arm wrestling,


    and he obliged. As he was having fun giving them a tough time, “Are you Ron?” a feminine voice


    reached his ears.


    “Mm?” He looked to his right and upward. His eyes saw a woman with prettiness anybody would be


    jealous of. She was only standing and gazing, with her hair loosely falling on her shoulders, but there


    was a faint loftiness in her eyes that looked down on him and probably everyone else on earth because


    she looked like some immortal-queen incarnate.


    Every woman with working eyes would consider Ron as one of the most handsome men in the world, but


    such a man was struck silent by this total stranger. This was even more so the case for other men and


    women there. The women, especially, were ck jawed by her beauty and felt miniscule in her presence.


    A long minute had passed, but nobody said a word. “Are you Ron?” she asked again. “Y-Yes,” Ron found


    his voice and got up. He was much taller than her, who was only about 170cm tall, but still, her gaze was


    unaffected by his towering figure. “And you are?” “Reba Sterling,” she said calmly as waves greeted


    her feet. She was dressed conservatively, but she still stood out among the crowd and looked


    sophisticated and quiet.


    Ron’s eyes broadened. “That means… you’re Veronica’s elder sister?”


    “Yes, I am,” Reba looked at the women in the background. “They say you can tell a man by the


    company he keeps. Every woman in your group is in mid twenties, yet they are wearing too much


    makeup even on a trip like this, as though they’re begging to be fucked, which makes me wonder if


    you’re just as attention-seeking as them.”


    Ron frowned for a second but then smiled, “You know nothing about me, woman.”


    “Hmm, you’re right,” Reba said, “but you knew nothing about my sister, either, yet you humiliated her


    on a date our parents arranged. Only the weak resort to such cheap actions. I just came here to tell


    you… that you’re much cheaper than my sister’s sandals, Mr. Ron Ferver.”


    “How dare you run your mouth like that!” the men in the back stepped forth. “Ron, teach her a lesson!”


    Ron forced himself to smile and said, “If you back your words with actions, l’lle to your sister and


    apologize to her.”


    Reba raised her brows.


    “You just have to win three arm-wrestling matches against three female friends of my choosing,” Ron


    said. “What do you say?”


    “Okay,” Reba didn’t hesitate for a second. “But if you lose three times first, you will need to get down


    on your knees and apologize to me right here and now,” Ron’s words made his friends snigger.


    Reba paused for a second before nodding.


    (She fell for it!) Ron grinned and looked at one of his female friends who was a state-level arm wrestler,


    and she winked as though telling her to leave everything. With a big rock as support, the match started.


    The first round started, and the opponent moved her arm before the p, causing Reba to lose. She


    wasn’t surprised by how they were cheating, but she was angered by their dishonest means. She was


    well-prepared for the second round with a different opponent, but this time, the opponent lifted her elbow


    before she won over Reba; however, everyone else there denied it.


    “You can’t lose another match,” Ron reminded her.


    Anger almost immobilized Reba at this point. Her third opponent was a state-level arm wrestler,


    which she didn’t know.


    Their hands firmly sped together. Everyone expected Reba to lose without their friend resorting to


    any tricks. The match ended in a second, as they had expected, but it was Reba’s hand that was at


    the top. The jaws of everyone including that of Ron dropped and hit the sandy ground.


    The opponent, on the other hand, just looked stunned that the match was over before she could do


    anything “Next,” Reba said indifferently.


    “I want to try again,” the state-level yer said, gritting her teeth. Reba didn’t object. The second


    round started. This time, she made sure to put all her strength into the wrist before Ron pped, which


    allowed her to stay in the game but not for long, though. Reba pulled her arm closer and swiftly


    thrashed the opponent’s hand into the rock.


    The state-level yer cringed in pain as her knuckles bled. Ron and others werepletely shocked.


    “I’ve arm-wrestled with my eldest brother thousands of times in the past,” Reba said in a firm tone.


    “Though I’m yet to win against him, you are nowhere near his level.” Her words utterly destroyed the


    state-level yer’s ego and also ate away the confidence in other females. Though Ron asked them to


    fight, they shook their heads, afraid to get injured. Reba peered at Ron coldly. “I expect you’ll show


    up before my sister and apologize to her, or you’ll have epted that you really are cheaper than my


    sister’s sandals.” Saying that she walked away calmly, enjoying the ocean’s breeze.


    Ron looked annoyed and furious. He told his friends to get lost from there and leave him alone.


    “Reba Sterling. I’ll make you pay for this humiliation in my own way.”