Jordan was about to blow a fuse on the other end of the phone.
“Are you idiots or what?”
“My sister drove from Fragrance Garden to the suburban cemetery in, what, forty-something minutes, and you still managed to lose her?”
“Stop standing around like decorations.
Get your asses to the suburban cemetery right now and keep watch there.
If my sister loses so much as a single hair, I’ll skin every one of you.”
After tearing into the bodyguards, he hung up in a rage.
But the second the call ended, he couldn’t help laughing out loud.
Yep, that was his sister alright—sharp as ever.
Ever since Nina lost her adoptive parents and her adoptive brother, she’d long gotten used to handling things alone.
To her, bodyguards weren’t really protection.
Half the time, they were just extra baggage.
Instead of them protecting her, she had to spare energy worrying about whether they’d get dragged into trouble.
Besides, any place Ethan showed up at was locked down tighter than a vault.
No matter how many bodyguards her brother assigned her, they were never getting into the cemetery anyway.
And sure enough, the moment Nina parked the car, members of the presidential guard closed in and started checking both the vehicle and her.
Nina took one look and knew these people weren’t here with good intentions.
Still, since security checks were technically their job, she cooperated without making a scene.
She wasn’t carrying any weapons.
A female guard frisked her from head to toe, checking with absurd thoroughness.
Logically, that should’ve been the end of it.
She should’ve been allowed through.
But the squad leader of the guard team lifted his chin and barked at her like he owned the place.
“Take off your top.
I need to check again.”
The thing was, Nina wasn’t even wearing a coat.
Under that loose black shirt, she only had her bra on.
And most of the guards around them were men.
This squad leader was obviously trying to strip her in public and humiliate her on purpose. This chapter is updated first at novelping.com.
Nina’s pretty almond-shaped eyes narrowed bit by bit, cold and dangerous.
Then it clicked—she remembered exactly who this man was.
Masland’s husband.
Another lapdog Tiffany kept on a leash.
“Hurry it up, would you?” Seeing Nina stay still, Captain Leopold sounded impatient, his tone full of cheap arrogance.
“There are plenty of people behind you waiting to get through security.”
His disgusting gaze slid straight toward Nina’s collar.
“Best do it yourself.
If you piss me off, whether those clothes stay on you or not…
that won’t be up to you.”
The male guards around them instantly joined in, grinning in a gross, filthy way as they boxed Nina in tighter and tighter.
“Come on, just take it off.
Don’t waste everybody’s time.”
Clearly, these people had done this kind of filthy thing so many times it was basically muscle memory.
Up on the raised platform inside the cemetery, Tiffany was watching the whole scene through a pair of binoculars, like she was enjoying a live show.
If Nina could actually make Ethan pull the divorce papers back from Congress, then fine—she’d have someone strip that bitch in public and throw the footage online.
She wanted to see just how thick-skinned Nina really was, and whether she’d still have the nerve to keep clinging to Ethan after that.
“What exactly are you people doing?”
A sharp, high-pitched voice suddenly cut through the air and wrecked Tiffany’s little show.
The guards all turned at once.
Then they saw Stella Blackwell striding over, decked out head to toe in jewelry and designer labels, shining so hard she was practically blinding.
She was Ethan’s biological sister, the spoiled little princess the Blackwell family treated like treasure.
Who would dare offend her?
The guards instantly switched faces, all smiles and flattery, and hurried over like obedient lapdogs.
“Ms.
Blackwell, why did you come to a place like this yourself?”
“Please watch your step.”
“It’d be bad if you tripped…”
Stella obviously loved being fussed over.
Chin tipped up, nostrils practically pointing at the sky, she glared at Nina and snapped, “Why is it you again, causing trouble everywhere you go, you bitch?”
The Blackwells had always looked down on everyone by default.
Except for old Mrs.
Blackwell, almost nobody in that family had ever respected Nina’s background.
And the husband who should’ve protected her most had spent years acting like he didn’t care. Find the original chapter at g.com.
So the rest of the Blackwell family had gotten bolder and bolder, each one desperate to step on her and show off.
In three years of marriage, Ethan had given Nina very little to begin with.
But even the tiny bit of property and money she did have had been swallowed up by the women of the Blackwell family.
Stella especially loved stealing Nina’s things.
Clothes, shoes, jewelry, handbags—if it belonged to Nina, Stella wanted it.
And once she started, she never stopped.
But a few days ago, Ethan had somehow found out about all the disgusting things the Blackwell women had done, and he’d forced them to return everything to Nina.
Stella had nearly exploded from anger.
Still, no matter how mad she was, she didn’t dare go against Ethan head-on, so she could only wait for a chance to make Nina’s life hell.
Her jealousy-heavy gaze swept over Nina’s delicate features, her striking figure, and then slid to the limited-edition sports car parked behind her.
In the next second, Stella’s eyes lit up.
That rare glitter-pink sports car, with gold shimmer blended into the paint, had stolen her heart the moment it hit the market.
She had pestered her brother for a whole year before he finally agreed to buy it for her.
But when she happily went to place the order, she was told they were sold out.
The last one had already been bought by some rich young lady in the capital.
She’d thought she was just too late.
Who would’ve guessed the person who got there first was Nina, this shameless bitch?
“Nina Blackwell, how can you be this shameless?” Stella shouted, face twisting with rage.
“That’s the car my brother bought for me.
How dare you steal it?”
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
She lifted her hand and shoved Nina hard to the side.
“Get lost and stay away from it.
This car is mine.
Don’t touch my car.”