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CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 1 You Are Worth Just This Much

“Ah...”

“Ah...” Pain, a sensation akin to a piercing tear through the soul. Mackenzie Yantz gripped the sheets tightly, unable to make out the man's face in the darkness. The only thing that echoed in her ears was the deep, labored breathing. Hot tears trickled down her cheeks, but she didn't make any sound. The man's body paused momentarily, his burning palm gliding across her neck, incidentally brushing against a cool emerald necklace. “I'll take responsibility.” He uttered four simple words, which was akin to a seductive melody, a low baritone that bewitched the heart. Mackenzie's eyes were tightly shut. Responsibility? Ha, is he asking me to marry him, a man nearing forty years old? Though she could sense the impressive physique of the older man following their unintended contact, she stubbornly turned her head away, offering no response. She didn't know how much time had passed. After she drifted in and out of consciousness several times, he finally fell into a deep sleep beside her. She leaned on the edge of the bed, her toes barely touching the floor, when her body suddenly went limp. With a thud, she fell to the ground. The pain was unbearable. Her whole body felt like it was falling apart. Mackenzie staggered to her feet, hastily put on her clothes, and quickly opened the door to leave. As she lifted her eyes, she suddenly saw a face with exquisite makeup. Suzannah Yantz crossed her arms over her chest, absentmindedly fiddling with her brightly colored fingernails. “Wow, I didn't expect Mr. Lynch to have such great stamina. It's been hours!” A flash of Wayne Lynch's fat, round body crossed her mind, and she laughed even more gleefully. Mackenzie clenched her palms tightly, her pale lips pressed together. Her elder sister, along with their parents, blatantly sold her off to a business partner. “Where's the money?” She gritted her teeth and spat out the words. Suzannah snorted coldly, pulling out a bank card from her bag. Mackenzie didn't immediately take it. “I don't want a card. Give me a check.” She wasn't naive. If there was no money on the card or the password was incorrect, and they reneged on their agreement afterward, then everything that had happened that evening would have been pointless. “I don't have a checkbook!” Suzannah exclaimed, her brows knitted in annoyance. She huffed, “Take a good look at yourself. It would be your honor if anyone agrees to be with you!” Her gaze was fixed on the red, mottled mark on the right side of Mackenzie's face. From a young age, she had a birthmark as big as a fist there. It was terribly unattractive! Ignoring her words, Mackenzie pulled out a paper from her pocket and sternly said, “Sign it! Or I'll call the cops right now, and we'll all go down!” “You!” Suzannah's eyes almost spat fire, but she suppressed her anger and grabbed the check. Grudgingly, she signed and wrote the amount. She forcefully threw it, hitting Mackenzie's face. “That's all you're worth!” Mackenzie's face turned pale as she bent down laboriously to pick it up. One million, it was the money needed to save her grandmother's life. Collecting her emotions, she disregarded the malicious and scornful gaze of Suzannah, and turned to leave. Suzannah scoffed, her gaze fixed on the retreating figure. “Despicable!” she spat out. At that moment, her phone rang. As soon as Suzannah pressed the answer button, a roar akin to a drake's quack came from the other end. “I've been waiting for hours. Why isn't she here yet?” Stunned, Suzannah stiffly looked at the door of the room beside her. “Mr. Lynch, aren't you in room 1069?” “Yes, room 1069 of Oceanic Hotel!” “What? Oceanic Hotel? Not Olympus Hotel?” Suzannah was dumbfounded. Did I mix up the hotels? If so, who was the man Mackenzie just spent the night with? By the time Mackenzie arrived at the hospital, it was already dawn. She headed straight for the ICU, coincidentally running into the attending doctor coming out of the ward. An ominous feeling rose in her heart as she grabbed the doctor's arm. “Doctor, I've got the money for the medical bills. My grandmother, she...” “It's too late. She has already passed away.” Mackenzie's brain felt like it exploded. She was rigid with shock, scrambling frantically to the bedside. Alas, all she saw was the nurse covering her grandmother with a white sheet... Three days later, at Serenity Cemetery, the summer thunderstorm arrived without warning, as intense flashes of lightning tore through the dark gray clouds. Mackenzie knelt before the tombstone, still as a statue shrouded in a thin layer of dust. “Grandma, I've been secretly studying medicine. Why didn't you wait for me…” Suddenly, amidst the sound of rain, footsteps approached.

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CHAPTER TWO

Chapter 2 Not A Moment To Spare

Three days later, at Serenity Cemetery, the summer thunderstorm arrived without warning, as intense flashes of lightning tore through the dark gray clouds. Mackenzie knelt before the tombstone, still as a statue shrouded in a thin layer of dust. “Grandma, I've been secretly studying medicine. Why didn't you wait for me...” Suddenly, amidst the sound of rain, footsteps approached. Before she could turn around, a hard heel kicked her shoulder. With a loud thud, her forehead collided against the tombstone, causing a steady stream of fresh blood to trickle down. “B*tch, I knew I'd find you here!” Suzannah abruptly grabbed Mackenzie's hair. “You're with the dead old hag but refused to answer my calls, huh?” The pain in her scalp felt like it was being torn apart. Mackenzie's face was covered in blood. She glared at Suzannah furiously, her hoarse voice filled with intense hatred. “Don't you dare speak about Grandma like that!” Her whole body trembled, her anger nearly overwhelming her reason. The sudden burst of strong energy truly startled Suzannah. After a brief moment of shock, Suzannah's eyes grew even more vicious. “You've grown bold, huh? Daring to challenge me?” She swung her arm in a round motion, delivering a slap, then casually let it drop. Mackenzie fell face-first into the mud, covered in filth. Her fingers dug into the ground, drawing blood. Her weak body couldn't bear the weight, and shadows clouded her vision. She had no strength left. The sound of Suzannah grinding her teeth in frustration reached her ears. “Lift her up and take her back to the mansion!” Mackenzie's fingertips twitched slightly. She took a sharp breath and exclaimed, “Don't touch me!” That was not her home, so she didn't want to go back! Suzannah's face changed instantly. She wanted to strike again, but the crisp sound of a phone ringing interrupted her. She answered the phone with a hint of impatience, “Dad, I've found her. I'll be back soon...” The voice on the other end spoke urgently. Suzannah's expression changed several times, then she hurriedly said, “Quick, move her behind the tombstone!” With a thud, Mackenzie was ruthlessly thrown behind the tombstone. She didn't know what Suzannah was planning, but she forced herself to open her eyes wide. Through the rain, she saw a limited edition black Maybach approaching slowly. The car door swung open, revealing a pair of long legs belonging to a man. The black umbrella shielded the man's head. His distinct features were unusually serene. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line. Raindrops splattered against his trouser legs. His entire demeanor exuded a powerful aura of aloof elegance. She watched as Suzannah scurried off into the distance, but she was too far away to hear what they were saying. However, this was the perfect opportunity. She had to escape immediately. Jeremiah Bloom looked coldly at the woman in front of him. The strong scent of her perfume reached him even though she was a meter and a half away. His sharp eyebrows furrowed, and his thin lips slightly parted. “Ms. Yantz, right? I have a question. Why were you at my room's door that night?” His subordinates had checked the guest information and the sparse surveillance footage. All clues pointed to her being the woman that night. Suzannah was forced to endure the icy aura emanating from the man. There was a chill on the back of her neck, but she still responded shyly, “I...” She glanced around at the people nearby before taking a step forward. Jeremiah's gaze turned cold, and before he could speak further, she said softly, “You wouldn't let me leave, so I had to stay with you.” The words were ambiguous, understood by those who needed to. Jeremiah's handsome face was a picture of cold indifference. That night, he had been drugged and was unable to control himself. While he was deep in thought, a faint noise came from a distance. He frowned slightly and walked past her to the tombstone. Suzannah's heart gave a sudden jolt. What is that b*tch up to now? “Mr. Bloom, you…” She tried to say something to divert his attention. However, Jeremiah turned a deaf ear, walking past her. Suzannah tried to stop him, but his assistant, =Felix Shurmer, blocked her. “Ms. Yantz, please stay here.” His tone was firm. Suzannah's face turned pale visibly, her body growing increasingly tense. Meow! A small wild cat suddenly darted out from beside the tombstone. The next second, Jeremiah bent down and picked up something. She saw it and blurted out immediately, “That's my necklace!” It was an emerald pendant, something Mackenzie had worn since childhood. Suzannah thought the color was too tacky and didn't take it from her. Jeremiah's expression remained cold as he rubbed the emerald's surface. He recognized the texture from that night. So, the sweet, crying woman in his arms that night is indeed Suzannah? He turned and stood still. “In that case, Ms. Yantz, I will take responsibility for you.”