The driver had chauffeured Miss Sinclair to and from school ever since she was a child.
He had watched her go from middle school all the way through high school, eventually earning top grades and getting into a better university.
After the truth about the real and fake heiresses came out, Miss Sinclair had become insecure and sensitive, constantly afraid that the Sinclair Family would abandon her.
Someone must have filled her head with nonsense, which made her panic and act out of fear, ultimately leading her to do something that damaged the Sinclair Group.
Caleb Sinclair watched his sister in the distance.
‘The little tagalong who used to follow us around has grown bold now.’
‘She refuses to come home when we tell her to and has even learned to threaten people with her own life.’
‘If she loves suffering so much, then let her have her fill of it.’
Caleb Sinclair retracted his gaze and said heartlessly to the driver, “Drive.
Back to the Group.”
Hearing this, the driver glanced at Caleb Sinclair in the rearview mirror and asked quietly, “Aren’t we taking Miss Sinclair home?”
“She loves hardship so much, so let her have it.
Once she’s had enough, she’ll naturally come back on her own,” Caleb Sinclair said flatly.
The car window rolled up, blocking all views from the outside.
As they drove away, Hazel Sinclair’s eyes remained fixed on the black Maybach, an internal scream building inside her.
‘Big Brother, have you forgotten your little sister?
Come on, force me into the car!
I need you to take the initiative!’
‘Big Brother—’
The car disappeared from sight.
Hazel Sinclair, sitting in the car, broke into a helpless smile.
“You’ll have money once you complete the mission, so why do you care about all this?” the System asked, not understanding her fixation.
If she just completed her tasks, she could be rich on her own.
“System, you don’t understand,” Hazel Sinclair said meaningfully.
Back at their rental apartment, Hazel Sinclair was too exhausted to move.
She lay on the sofa, with no intention of touching the pots and pans.
After washing everything, Leon Sterling dried his hands and came over to Hazel Sinclair.
He knelt on one knee, looked her in the eye, and asked slowly, “Why weren’t you willing to go back with your brother?”
“If you just divorce me, you can go back to your good life.
You wouldn’t have to worry about money.”
Hazel Sinclair hadn’t expected him to ask about this.
She was the one most upset about not going back with her brother, and here he was, asking about it.
Hazel Sinclair could only lie.
“Simon Sinclair doesn’t want me back.
Why should I go just to be humiliated?”
“Besides, I’m doing just fine now.
If you say one more word, I’ll chew you out,” Hazel Sinclair said, her cheeks puffed out in anger as she gave his shoulder a push.
Hearing this, Leon Sterling’s brow furrowed.
‘Is it because of her identity?’
“Go buy groceries.
Stop bothering me,” Hazel Sinclair said, turning over and ignoring him.
She was already annoyed, and now she was even more so.
Pushing away a life of wealth with her own hands…
that thought alone was enough to make her emo for a long time.
“Are you sure you’ve looked into it thoroughly?” Warren Hawthorne asked, fiddling with a pair of walnuts in his hand as he looked at the manager of The Skylar Lounge.
“Yes, I’m sure.
The couple is selling fast food next to a construction site now.”
Hearing this, Warren Hawthorne scoffed.
The movement in his hands stopped, and he propped his head up with one hand.
“Fine,” he said.
The Skylar Lounge’s manager nodded with a placating smile, though he was inwardly confused.
‘Has Hazel Sinclair had a change of heart?’
‘She doesn’t want to latch onto a rich man anymore?’
‘Who would’ve thought she’d have the patience to run a street stall with her husband.’
“Mr.
Hawthorne, should we go trash their stall?” the man with purple hair next to him asked, looking at Warren Hawthorne with a hint of excitement in his voice.
“We could trash their stall, drag Hazel Sinclair back, and humiliate her mercilessly.”
“And make sure Leon Sterling gets thoroughly cuckolded!”