There were a lot of curses on the Internet, especially leveled at the second daughter of the Campbell family, Phoebe. She was not a good woman, stealing art to pass off as her own, and she even violated

Matthew's likeness rights. Everyone knew that. But apparently she and her sister had slept with the same guy, on the same night. Never mind that the man was married.

The comment areas were like a shark tank. The netizens were out for blood. They unleashed epithets Like whore, slut, and bitch.

And this, of course, affected their public standing. So much that people hurled insults if they saw them across the street. The Campbell family's reputation was ruined. Both the Campbell Group and Camille's company were in trouble.

The stock prices of the two companies plummeted, and the companies were a mess. Most of the senior executives submitted their resignations one after the other, and bank loans were suspended. Private equity firms were circling like vultures, making Lowball offers to buy the companies out.

The Campbell sisters went to the hospital in secret. They took back roads home, hoping to avoid the paparazzi. They were about to find out that a more dangerous enemy awaited them. The car was nearing the

Campbell family villa, when three black cars approached and surrounded them.

There was no escape. Each time the driver tried to leave, a car would move to block him. The Campbell sisters were trapped.

Seeing the pregnant woman Leaving the car in front of them, the two women in the back seat both shivered in fear.

Erica wore a loose knee-length dress this evening. She Looked different from how she used to be. Her attitude was colder and darker. Her belly was too swollen to be covered up.

She walked over to a bench and three bodyguards flanked her for protection. Seeing that she wanted to sit down, one of the bodyguards came over and helped her. The woman slowly sat down with his help.

As of this moment, she exuded an elegant, noble temperament, even arrogant. A very different Erica indeed.

Right in front of her was the back door of the car where the Campbell sisters sat. Erica ordered the bodyguard who helped her, “Let's not be rude to our guests. Go invite them out!"

“Yes, Erica!"

There were seven bodyguards out tonight. The man winked at the other bodyguards, and three of them immediately surrounded the car of the

Campbell family and began to knock on the car window.

It was already eight o'clock at night. It was quiet here and no cars could be seen or heard, no one out for a walk, no one exercising their dogs. No sound could be heard except for an occasional night creature.

Even if there were a few passers-by, they would be re-directed by the bodyguards. No one was coming to help.

The driver was also frightened. Looking out the window at Erica,

Camille ordered the driver calmly, “Call the police!" Her eyes were narrow and dangerous like a viper's.

“Okay, Camille!"

The driver of the Campbell family called the police with trembling hands. He wasn't about to open the car door after hanging up the phone.

One of the bodyguards returned to his car, took out an emergency hammer and began pounding on the window.

Seeing that the glass was about to break, the Campbell family's driver immediately opened the door so he wouldn't get hit by shattered glass.

One bodyguard reacted quickly. As soon as the driver opened the door, the bodyguard pulled him out of the way, and lunged for the auto-unlock button. The other two bodyguards opened the two doors at the rear of the car at the same time and pulled the screaming women from the vehicle.