Chapter 2 Pervert, Let Go of My Son

Six years later.

In a studio, a stunning young woman with a fabulous figure was being filmed.

She was wearing a swan mask, and her somewhat wet hair was resting on her white bathrobe. The belt loosely tied, she looked like a relaxed housewife, charming nonetheless.

Under the mask, her amber eyes shone coldly like desert roses, blooming in the harshest environment.

Wilmett confidently put out all sorts of postures facing the camera.

The photographer was amazed.

"Perfect. Alright, one last round to go."

This was her first job after returning from abroad, and so far, everything was going swimmingly.

"I have been waiting for so long. Are you all dead?"

"Do you know how precious my time is?"

A woman was complaining with a shrill voice in the studio, dampening the beautiful ambience.

Wilmett's eyes flashed with chilliness, and hatred surged in her heart.

Even after six years, she still remembered Rhoda's voice.

Rhoda killed her mother as well as brother and almost murdered her.

Six years ago, she had sworn an oath after she was thrown into the sea.

She would live and make the Yales pay for their deaths.

"I'd like to see which pretentious has-been cut the line."

Rhoda walked to the masked Wilmett with a vicious look in her eyes.

"You don't even show your face. So unprofessional. Which company do you work for?"

Wilmett smirked and took off her mask in front of Rhoda.

Rhoda was stupefied when she recognized her.

"You, you are...."

"Long time no see, Rhoda."

A brilliant smile touched Wilmett's gorgeous face.

However, her eyes were icy, like the cores of glaciers.

Rhoda trembled, thinking she had seen a ghost.

"You, you are Wilmett? Didn't you...?"

Wilmett should have been dead for six years!

"Rhoda, what's wrong with you? Aren't you happy to see your sister again?"

Wilmett pretended to be cheerful and gave Rhoda a hug.

She felt the murder's body shaking.

She came back for the sole purpose of revenge.

"Wilmett, you, why are you...?"

Hadn't she died six years ago?

Rhoda had many questions and wished Wilmett had been dead.

But she did nothing.

She wanted to see what tricks Wilmett was playing.

She had told Wilmett everything before she murdered her in cold blood.

Logically speaking, Wilmett should be eager to kill her to avenge her slutty mother and brother.

Wilmett was still smiling brightly, as if she had forgotten about the vendetta.

"Rhoda, I accidentally fell into the sea six years ago but was rescued. When I woke up, I couldn't recall anything."

"I only remembered the past recently, but I have no idea what happened before I fell."

"By the way, are Dad and Celia okay?"

"Yes, they're fine."

A trace of hatred flashed through Rhoda's eyes.

'Everything is swell. The only bad thing is you are alive.'

'I failed to kill you six years ago, but I won't make the same mistake again,' Rhoda thought to herself.

Wilmett pretended to miss the malice in Rhoda's eyes and snapped her fingers with a smile.

"Colleen, Conrad, come and meet your aunt."

Two kids came.

The girl looked obedient and sensible, her plump face cute as a button.

"My name is Colleen. I am the older one."

The boy was holding a little bear doll. He was adorable and reserved.

"Hello, Auntie, my name is Conrad, and I am younger."

Rhoda looked at the children while cursing Wilmett in her heart.

This meant she had to kill the two little bastards with her.

"I have filming to do. Let's talk after I am done."

Rhoda wasn't in the mood to work at all. All she could think about was how to get rid of Wilmett and her two brats as soon as possible.

Otherwise, by the time Wilmett recovered her memories, everything would be too late.

Leaving the studio, Wilmett brought her two children into the nanny car.

After Colleen got in the car, he revealed his true colors.

"Pretending to be good in front of that bad woman was too hard."

Conrad hugged the doll and was himself again. A scheming and whimsical little prince.

He looked down and fiddled with the toy's limbs, speaking in a careless tone,

"I want to hear her scream now. It must feel wonderful."

"What did you two do just now?"

"Nothing." Colleen shrugged and spread out her hands.

Conrad nodded obediently in agreement.

"Mommy, we listened to you and didn't run around."

But then something weird followed.

A miserable shriek came from the studio.

"No! Snake. It's a real snake! Help! Help!"

Wilmett saw the siblings behind her smiling evilly at each other through her makeup mirror.

She knew they couldn't help themselves.

That voice sounded like Rhoda.

As far as she knew, Rhoda would use an electronic fake snake as a prop today in her shooting, which was exceptionally lifelike.

These two probably switched the fake one with a real one.

It was exciting to think about.

The studio was in a mess.

Rhoda's prop snake turned out to be real and wrapped itself around her thigh.

Its tongue fluttering, it revealed its sharp fangs, scaring Rhoda into screaming with fright.

"Stay back!"

The staff at the scene did not dare to step forward. After all, they were not professional snake catchers.

Immediately after, Rhoda fainted from fear.

Although Wilmett had a good time, she did not forget to remind the kids.

"You two, restrain yourself. There are surveillance cameras."

"Mommy, I want to pee."

Conrad trembled as if he had been holding back for a long time.

Wilmett put on a wry smile.

"You brat, look what you have done to yourself for the show. I am taking you to the bathroom right now."

Because it was a men's lavatory, Wilmett had to wait outside.

However, strangely, two men were guarding its door.

Was a big shot inside?

Conrad went into the bathroom with the bear doll and found only one man.

He trembled all over and wanted to relieve himself immediately.

But he couldn't untie his belt.

Thus, he pulled and pulled with all his might.

His face was flushed from the torture.

"Sir, can you help me? I'm about to pee!"

Moved by his pitiful plead, Loren, who was normally aloof, turned to look at him.

This little fellow was quite cute.

But he was about to cry.

"No!"

Wilmett, who was outside the bathroom, was shocked to hear the shout.

That was his son Conrad's voice.

In desperation, she rushed into the men's room.

The bodyguards were caught off guard and failed to stop her.

When Wilmett entered the bathroom, she saw a man crouching on the ground with his back facing her and his hands on Conrad's pants.

She was astonished and scolded loudly.

"Pervert! Let go of my son!"

She stepped forward but did not notice the water on the smooth floor.

So, she slipped and fell forward.

Loren turned back when he heard her shout, but was flung to the ground by her.

A thud came.

He landed on his back and suffered a heavy blow.

What was worse, the woman fell on him and touched his man parts.

Wilmett looked up, and her beautiful face was dripping with anger.

"Pervert, you even wanted to do it to a child?"

Loren's icy eyes dulled slightly, and a trace of coldness crossed his bewitching face.

This damned woman actually called him a pervert after hitting him.

However, after he had a closer look at her face, his charming eyes flashed with confusion.

Wilmett!

Wasn't she the woman who had had a fling with him six years ago?

Who would have thought he would meet her again under such circumstances?

"Sir!"

The bodyguards were shocked when they entered.

Their boss was knocked down by a woman!

Wilmett quickly got up and pulled Conrad to her side.

"Conrad, tell Mommy. Was this pervert trying to take off your pants?"

"Mommy, I asked him to help me, because you tied the rope too tightly."

Conrad explained seriously.

"But didn't you just shout? Wasn't this freak hurting you?"

Wilmett pointed at Loren and tried to understand the situation.

"That was because I saw a rat."

Wilmett was embarrassed to know the truth and had no idea what to do next.