Chapter 196
Winnie had come with her family, the Olsons. Veronica was there too.
“Hello, Mr. Olson,” Michael greeted, leading the couple toward a seating area off to the side.
Veronica smiled politely as she followed, then glanced back at Winnie, who trailed silently behind them. “Hey, aren’t you going to say hi to your old friend?”
The onlookers didn’t know the history between Winnie and Michael, but she did. She knew it too well.
When they were kids, Michael used to run over to their house constantly, always trying to play with Winnie. As they grew up, he followed her from school to school, from place to place. Anyone with eyes could see it: Michael was madly in love with her, utterly obsessed.
And Winnie-she had a talent for tormenting him. For over a decade, she had turned the polished young master of the Morrison family into a man whipped like a dog.
She’d go out, and Michael would drive. She’d go to drinking parties, and Michael would drink until his stomach bled. Trouble at school? Michael would take the hits. Even her romantic relationships-Michael was the shield, the buffer.
The Olsons, and even Oscar, were fully aware of this tangled mess. But Winnie was adopted, and the Olson family owed her. She was naturally rebellious, and Michael had chosen, willingly, to be her doormat. No one could intervene.
The entanglement finally ended two years ago.
Winnie’s ex-boyfriend got drunk at a nightclub and started a fight. Michael intervened to protect them both-he broke two ribs and almost became paralyzed. And yet, Winnie ran off with her ex.
Oscar was furious. Michael was useless, and he nearly disowned him.
Since then, Michael had purged himself of any romantic folly. He buried himself in work and no longer greeted Winnie, acting as if they were strangers.
But some people are perverse when they lose something. Winnie, having given up on love, began chasing Michael.
Veronica hated her with a passion. And as luck would have it, she witnessed a scene: Winnie blocking Michael’s car, demanding time to explain herself. But Michael showed no mercy and drove away.
That incident gave Veronica years of ammunition to mock Winnie. Her friends all knew-Winnie was reckless and
shameless.
Whenever Michael appeared, Veronica would find some way to needle Winnie.
“You a dog? All you do is bark all day.” Winnie, already in a foul mood, didn’t hold back.
“You…” Before Veronica could respond, Winnie stormed off
Seeing a servant carrying juice nearby, Veronica seized a cup and flung it. It hit Winnie squarely.
Winnie froze in the middle of the path. Her body shuddered as the sticky red liquid ran down her face and through her long hair. Most of the guests had arrived by now, and several watched in stunned silence.
She wore a white camisole dress, now ruined.
“Oh my… I’m so sorry, Winnie. Maybe you should go change. Or go back for a moment? People might make fun of
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you again, or even call you crazy.
Veronica crouched slightly, pretending to be sympathetic.
A servant rushed over to help, but Winnie pushed them aside. She raised her hand and slapped Veronica across the face.
The sound rang sharply, drawing immediate attention.
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