Heena's lips curved into a chilling, predatory smile.
"The East Timber Guild?" Heena mocked, tilting her chin up with the pure, untouchable arrogance of the high aristocracy. "You chop dead trees and sell firewood to the slums, and you think that makes you royalty? I am Lu Heena. The blood in my veins is older and more ruthless than the mud you built your pathetic guild upon. A fallen tiger is still a tiger, and you are just a bloated, grave-robbing rat."
The crowd of nosy commoners blocking the street gasped collectively, stepping back as if the words themselves were physically dangerous. The rumor had mutated in a matter of seconds. Ren wasn't just some loose, desperate clinic doctor anymore. He was the personal, fiercely protected property of the Lu family's terrifying, demonic daughter.
Heena raised the rusted iron hook, pointing the curved, bloodstained tip directly at the space between Mrs. Lynn's eyes.
