Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 307: Selfish and Greedy

Chapter 307: Selfish and Greedy

Brandon stared at Ella in surprise. After a moment of contemplation, he realized what she said made a lot of sense.

If Ella was willing to live in seclusion with him in the mountains, they would eventually have children, and those kids would need to go to school. Besides...

With the advanced technology in Country W, finding someone might not be that hard.

Ella shifted her hands, which were tied too tightly. "Let me go. It’s really uncomfortable."

Brandon glanced at her. As long as her feet were still bound, he wasn’t worried about her escaping.

After all, Ella was a woman, and he was a man. Could a man really lose to a woman?

"Ella, don’t even think about escaping. I’m the only one here, and you won’t get away," Brandon said with a light chuckle, grabbing the scissors and cutting the rope that bound her hands.

Ella’s hands were finally free.

She glanced around the room with her large, curious eyes.

There were no useful weapons nearby, except for the scissors on the table.

But as if reading her mind, Brandon locked the scissors in a drawer.

Ella’s gaze darkened slightly, and she sat up calmly.

Her feet were still tightly bound, the rope digging into her uncomfortably.

"Later, I hired a detective agency to investigate her identity, but the moment they heard about that silhouette, they refused. My own resources are limited, and I have no way of knowing whose house Hannah has infiltrated now! But one thing is certain—she’s definitely latched onto some noble family!"

Brandon scoffed. "The nobles of Country W must have lost their minds. They treat a woman like her as if she’s a treasure?"

Ella had known Brandon for a long time, and this was the first thing he’d said that she completely agreed with.

Hannah was as venomous as a snake, no different from Brianna.

In her past life, Hannah had schemed endlessly to humiliate her, making her a laughingstock, scandal-ridden and disgraced!

Ella frowned. Hannah was like a cockroach that couldn’t be killed. It wouldn’t be long before she resurfaced in her life!

When that happened, there would be no shortage of blood and chaos.

"Ella, as long as we change our names and identities, they won’t find us. Please, promise me? Hmm?"

Brandon’s fervent gaze once again fell upon Ella.

"Brandon, we’re really not right for each other. If you love me, don’t make me suffer. Please, let me go back to Eric."

Ella spoke coolly without even looking up.

Her cold demeanor made Brandon angry. He grabbed her shoulders tightly. "Ella, how can you treat me like this? Do you know I’ve survived two assassination attempts just trying to track down Hannah!"

Two failed assassination attempts? Were those people complete amateurs?

Ella didn’t respond, just sat there quietly like a block of ice, calm and unbothered.

"Ella, I’ve missed you so much..." Brandon looked at her cold, beautiful face and couldn’t resist reaching out to caress it gently. Slowly, he leaned in, eager to taste her lips.

He remembered how he had once courted her successfully, but they had never shared any intimacy.

The more unattainable she was, the more he wanted her. Brandon had fallen into this obsessive cycle—every woman he met, he would compare to Ella.

And every time, it was the cold and distant Ella who came out on top.

Now, with her right in front of him, how could he pass up such an opportunity?

Ella leaned back in disgust, trying to avoid any close contact.

But Brandon wasn’t going to let her go that easily. He grabbed the back of her head, determined to kiss her.

Ella let out a cold laugh. Brandon was just another selfish man who only cared about himself—self-centered, deranged, and completely thoughtless of others.

"Don’t touch me. I’ll give you a billion."

Her tone was calm and indifferent.

Brandon froze for a moment, eyes widening in disbelief. "How could you have that much money?"

"Did you not know about the millions I donated? All that money is mine, not Eric’s. I’m also planning to start a company. So, Brandon, tell me, which do you need more—me or the billion?"

Ella smiled faintly, but inside, she was filled with contempt.

Brandon stood still, seriously contemplating her offer. "I... I want both—you and the billion!"

Greedy, as expected.

A flash of coldness appeared in Ella’s eyes. Just before Brandon could move closer to her lips, she forcefully slammed her head into his face.

"Ah!"

Brandon cried out, his face stinging with sharp pain from the blow.

Without hesitation, Ella’s hand shot up and gripped his neck. "If you value your life, don’t fight back!"

Brandon stared at her in shock, as if seeing a completely different side of Ella for the first time.

"Ella... cough, cough..." Brandon gasped, his hand desperately grabbing at her wrist. But the harder she squeezed, the more panicked he became. He yanked her hand off his neck with all his strength.

In response, Ella raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face, leaving Brandon stunned and disoriented.

"If you’re not afraid to die, go ahead and try laying a hand on me, Brandon!"

Her fierce demeanor completely took him by surprise.

In his memory, Ella had always been either gentle or coldly aloof. How could she suddenly become so... aggressive?

Before he could gather his wits, they both heard the sound of cars approaching from outside.

Brandon’s expression changed immediately. Without another thought, he abandoned Ella, rushed to the window, and climbed down the tree outside, making a hasty escape.

Ella couldn’t help but feel amused. She had expected to wait for Eric to arrive before Brandon would realize the danger. But to her surprise, Brandon fled even before Eric’s team got there!

"Eric, Eric... he escaped out the back!"

Ella didn’t intend to let Brandon off the hook. He was a dangerous person, and if it weren’t for the GPS system on her phone, who knows what he would have done to her.

Even when her phone was off, it could still be tracked—a handy feature of her customized device.

When Eric and his men stormed in, kicking the door open, they froze at the sight of Ella calmly sitting on the bed.

"Where is he?"

"He escaped out the window. I’m guessing you didn’t hear my earlier call."

Ella smiled regretfully. This close brush with danger had surprised her more than anything. She thought Brandon would never stop harassing her.

But the coward actually ran away?

Then again, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew Eric wasn’t someone he could handle, and continuing to push his luck would only lead him to certain death.

Eric quickly rushed to her side, untying the ropes from her feet, while the others chased after Brandon, hoping to capture him.

"Are you really okay?" Eric looked her over carefully. Despite her calm demeanor and tidy appearance, he was still concerned.