Lemira let out a cold laugh. "Then try your best. I hear old Gregory has some pretty twisted kinks in bed. I wonder if your mother taught you how to handle all that so you could keep him satisfied."

Hearing this, Sophia completely snapped. She lunged forward, grabbing for Lemira's hair. "You're dead!"

"I think you're the one who's dead."

Lemira dodged effortlessly, grabbed Sophia's arm, and flipped her hard onto the floor.

She stood over her, looking down with absolute disdain. "If I ever hear you disrespect my parents again, I promise I will make you regret it."

Mrs. Amelia frantically helped her daughter up, then shrieked at the bodyguards waiting outside. "Are you all blind?! Didn't you see she was attacked?!"

A group of heavily tattooed bodyguards in black suits stormed into the store.

Mrs. Amelia glared viciously at Lemira. "Ruin her face! Let's see how she seduces men when she's mutilated."

She despised Lemira to her core. If it weren't for this girl, her daughter would have married Orion by now.

Lemira quickly pushed Stella and Janice behind her.

Just then, Caleb casually strolled in. He glanced at the bodyguards. "Take this outside. I don't want to break anything in here."

One of the thugs stepped up. "Who the hell do you think you-agh!"

Before the man could finish his sentence, Caleb dropped him with a single punch. The bodyguard hit the floor and didn't get back up.

Stella walked over and stared down Mrs. Amelia. "There are security cameras everywhere. Keep this up, and I'll make sure the Sinclair family's reputation sinks even lower."

Mrs. Amelia was practically vibrating with rage, but Sophia grabbed her mother's arm. "Forget it. The Langstons are out of options anyway. Let's go."

Mrs. Amelia pointed a shaking finger at Lemira. "You just wait."

Once they were gone, Lemira let out a sigh. "A leopard really doesn't change its spots."

They had been begging for mercy just days ago, but the moment they got a little power, their true colors showed.

Stella crossed her arms. "Karma is going to get them."

Thinking about the dinner scheduled for tonight, a cold smile crept onto Lemira's lips. "Maybe karma is coming faster than they think."

If Gregory really had struck a deal with Rowan to abandon the Sinclairs, what kind

of expression would the mother and daughter make?

She was actually looking forward to it.

That evening, Lemira arrived at the restaurant right on time.

It was Bistrova.

When she had first received the address from Rowan, she had been mildly surprised. However, this place had always been a haven for the for the wealthy to dine in private. It offered excellent discretion and was a strong status symbol.

Lemira walked directly into the private dining room.

Rowan was already there, seated next to a formidable-looking middle-aged man—

Gregory Jones, the spa mogul.

As soon as Lemira walked in,

Gregory waved his hand

enthusiastically. "Ms. Lemira! Finally! I've heard so much about you, and seeing you in person, you're exactly as stunning and brilliant as they say I heard you were the top scorer in the entrance exams and even started your own business with Maple Group. Kids these days are truly impressive!"

He showered her with compliments, acting so warm and boisterous that it was hard

to reconcile his demeanor with his ruthless reputation.

But Lemira knew better. This man was far from the friendly uncle he was pretending to be.

Otherwise, he would never have partnered with the Sinclairs.

Maintaining a calm and distant expression, Lemira took the only empty seat available, right next to Rowan.

Rowan, naturally, was seated directly beside Gregory.

Gregory raised his glass toward Lemira. "Ms. Lemira, everything that happened before was a huge misunderstanding i take a penalty drink to formally apologize

He poured a glass for her as well.

Rowan smoothly took the glass from her. "My sister is still young. I'll drink this on her behalf."

"Fair enough! It must be nice having so many older brothers to look out for you.

After this drink, let's consider the slate wiped clean."

Just then, the doors to the private room burst open.

A disheveled Sophia stormed in, her eyes fixed furiously on Gregory. "You bastard! What is the meaning of this?!"