Chapter 7
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The heavy auction gavel ultimately fails to strike Edward Lawrence's head.
A quick-reacting security guard lunges forward, firmly restraining the seemingly deranged Jenny Isaacs.
But this scene, captured through countless livestream cameras, has already been seared into the retinas of millions of viewers.
The pure white moonlight has completely gone insane.
Police sirens approach from the distance, their shrill wails cutting through the luxury of the evening banquet.
The police rush into the scene and, in full public view, place cold handcuffs on Jenny Isaacs, who is still screaming hysterically.
"I didn't do it! They're framing me! I'm the daughter of the Isaacs family! You can't arrest me!"
Her beautiful fairy dress is torn beyond recognition in her struggle, and her delicate makeup is smeared with tears, making her look like a ridiculous clown.
The Isaacs family members quickly arrive, attempting to use their influence to suppress everything, but in the face of irrefutable livestream evidence and overwhelming public opinion, any resistance seems pale and futile.
Jenny's path in high society, her perfect life, is definitively sentenced to death at this moment.
Meanwhile, Edward Lawrence remains like a puddle of mud, kneeling limply at the center of the stage.
He hasn't been struck, but the excruciating pain in his thigh, like being slowly sliced, and the torture of repeated stabs in his chest, has drained him of all his strength.
He watches Jenny Isaacs being taken away, seeing her venomous eyes that seem to want to devour his flesh and sleep in his skin, and he begins to laugh neurotically.
The laughter grows louder and louder, finally turning into uncontrollable sobbing.
He has lost.
Lost completely, left with nothing.
Like trash, he is taken away by the medical staff and police who arrive shortly after.
What awaits him is legal judgment and the collapse of The Lawrence Empire following this shocking scandal.
The myth of the crown prince of Beijing's elite circle has finally ended.
At the top floor of the villa.
I look at the news notification that pops up on my phone, the headline shocking.
[High Society Scandal! Isaacs Heiress Attacks Ex with Weapon at Charity Gala, Uncovering Infant Murder Secret from Three Years Ago!]
[Lawrence Group Stock Crashes Overnight, CEO Edward Lawrence Taken Away by Police for Investigation on Multiple Charges!]
I calmly turn off the phone and toss it aside.
Has my revenge been completed?
I caress my flat abdomen where, once, a small life had vibrantly existed.
Then I look at my scarred arms and legs, those hideous wounds silently telling the story of my three years in hell.
No.
It's not enough.
Legal judgment is too lenient for him.
Public disgrace is also too merciful for him.
He killed my child with his own hands, then pushed me into the fire.
How could I let him live easily, to receive such inconsequential punishment?
I stand up, looking around this storage room that has imprisoned me for countless days and nights.
In that rusty toolbox, I find a half-empty bottle of gasoline and a lighter.
I pour the gasoline, bit by bit, evenly over myself, over every corner of this room.
The strong smell reminds me of the bloody scent from that rainy night.
Edward Lawrence, don't you want to know what I really want?
I'll tell you now.
I take out my phone and dial that private number of Edward Lawrence's that I know by heart.
At this moment, he should be in a detention ward, under police guard, enduring the lingering pain of broken bones and knife wounds.
The call is answered almost instantly.
The breathing on the other end is rapid and fearful.
"Dai...Daisy..."
"Edward Lawrence," my voice is unprecedentedly calm and gentle, "the game is over."
"What do you mean? Daisy, don't do anything rash! I'll give you whatever you want! Money, shares, the entire Lawrence family! I'll give you everything! Please spare me..."
"I don't want anything," I softly interrupt him, "I only want you to come down and join me and our child."
"Didn't you love Jenny Isaacs the most? Didn't you say she was a hundred times more important than me and that bastard child?"
"Unfortunately, she doesn't want you anymore."
"Now, it's my turn."
"Edward Lawrence, do you remember the day our villa caught fire? When you turned and ran toward her, did you ever think about what it feels like to be consumed by raging flames?"
On the other end of the phone, Edward Lawrence seems to sense something, letting out a scream of utter terror.
"No! No! Daisy Wen! I was wrong! I was truly wrong! Don't do anything stupid!"
His shouting is completely interrupted by the movement of my fingertips.
*Click*
The crisp sound of a lighter.
Looking at the small, warm flame rising before me, I seem to see my unborn child smiling at me.
[Ding! Detecting that the Host's vital signs are about to disappear, the pain-sharing system will perform the ultimate transfer...]
[Transfer intensity: one thousand times.]
"One thousand times?" I laugh as tears stream down my face. "Perfect."
I gently bring the flame closer to my gasoline-soaked clothing.
"Edward Lawrence, welcome to... my hell."
*BOOM*
The flames instantly devoured everything.
