Chapter 5

"Theresa?"

Sitting on the ground, he raised his hand and pointed at Theresa, his voice shaking as if he saw a ghost.

The other three were also shocked when they saw Theresa.

Shirley Schumann screamed, "No way! Who are you?"

Theresa gave a sardonic smile and said, "You don't remember me? Come on, it's only been three years."

Theresa took a few steps forward.

Shirley, who felt guilty, covered her ears and screamed as she pushed the two behind her and stumbled into the villa.

Max Goodwin was terrified. He looked at Theresa and stammered, "It... It wasn't me... Don't haunt me..."

In a state of panic, he grabbed a pebble and threw it at Theresa.

Theresa caught the pebble.

And then she aimed it at Max's head!

 

Max cried out in pain.

As the blood streamed down from Max's head, the other two standing in the doorway kept stepping back.

Max reached out and touched his head, which was covered in blood. Then he saw a pair of white high heels reaching toward him.

He finally came back to his senses and pointed at Theresa. "You didn't die! You're still alive!"

Theresa stood in front of him in a commanding position.

She looked at Max, who had pursued her with great gallantry and then wanted to destroy her with his own hands for the sake of his own benefit, and her eyes were very cold.

"Max," her voice was cold, "revenge is a dish best served cold."

Theresa remembered that three years ago, Max and Shirley invited her to go skiing. Then, on top of the mountain, they planned to push her off a cliff and make it look like she slipped.

Theresa was a kind woman, but she wasn't the forgiving type.

 

Theresa stopped talking to Max. She went straight into the villa.

She asked the servants to clean up her parents' room and her own while tossing out all of Vincent and Shirley's stuff.

"No! My jewelry, my clothes, and my bags... What are you doing?"

It made Shirley's heart bleed to see her precious things thrown away like garbage.

She pointed at Theresa and yelled with her eyes wide open, "What's wrong with you? The minute you come back, you go crazy! I've lived here for three years!"

Theresa sat on a sofa, flicking through the list of current staff at the Schumann's.

"You've had my room for three years. No wonder there's rubbish everywhere."

Theresa said to the workers who were moving things, "Don't leave any garbage behind. If anything breaks, you don't have to pay for it. I just want the room clean."

"Sure thing."

All the branded bags were thrown out.

Shirley was so pissed off that she was about to lose it. "Stop it! Stop it!"

Impatient, Theresa shoved a rag in Shirley's mouth, pushed Shirley into the tool room next to the living room, and then closed the door.

Now, the place was finally quiet.

 

After half a day, Theresa and her parents' rooms were restored to the way they were.

Vincent came back and saw his things scattered in the hallway, and he was outraged.

"Who did this?"

He shouted.

"Dad, it was Theresa! She threw all our stuff out!" Shirley managed to get out of the tool room and ran over to Vincent. She pointed angrily at Theresa and said, "Kick her out! I hate her!"

"Kick me out? Are you kidding me?" Theresa sneered.

"What's the point of doing this?" Vincent's eyes turned gloomy.

 

Theresa stood at the top of the stairs, arms folded, and said coldly, "Vincent, this villa is my father's private property. If anyone is leaving, it should be you."

Vincent gritted his teeth. Back then, he had his eyes on this villa first, but he didn't have enough money, and therefore Theresa's father beat him to it.

He coveted the estate for a long time, so the second Theresa went missing, he moved in.

He smiled awkwardly, "Theresa, we're family. I'm the Schumann Group's CEO right now. Besides, I'm used to living here..."

"Habits can be changed."

Theresa interrupted him. "And so do CEOs. If you want an early retirement, I can arrange that."

She thought, 'I'd like to settle the account with them one by one, but if they want to pay it off all at once, I'll be fine with it.'

Vincent narrowed his eyes and had a bad feeling about it.

Theresa was back. Somehow, he felt that she had turned into a different person. She stroked him as a tough woman, and she was no different from her father, his cruel brother.

With a stiff smile, he said, "We can move out, but you should at least give us some time, right? Look. We've got so many things to pack."