Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers! -
Chapter 342: So What if I Hit You!
Chapter 342: So What if I Hit You!
Max, restrained by two police officers, couldn’t move an inch, and he took Ella’s slap full force. His cheek burned as though it had been peeled and scorched.
"You foul-mouthed wretch," Ella sneered. "You dare insult my mother? Do you even have the right? Carter Group schemed against me, against my shares, and even my life, and now that you’re facing the consequences, you blame me? You’re just as spineless as your father and grandfather!"
Ella’s icy laughter cut through the room before she turned to Benjamin. "See, cousin? Carter Group produces nothing but scum. You’re lucky you ended up elsewhere."
Benjamin gave a silent nod, unable to find words for the twisted bitterness in Max’s expression.
Max, still reeling, finally sputtered in anger. "Ella, you dared hit me in front of the police? I’ll charge you with assault!"
Ella chuckled, mocking him. "Assault? As if. I just swatted a yapping dog. Do you even have the money to hire a lawyer? Need me to lend you some?"
The room, tense moments ago, lightened with laughter.
"Ella, you tramp," Max spat, "Eric’s little mistress! Without him, you’d never take down Carter Group—"
Before he could finish, Ella’s hand struck him again, without hesitation.
His face throbbed, Ella’s hand aching slightly as she said, "Max, you must be tired of living, causing trouble on my turf. Truly pathetic."
She squinted at him, realizing he needed a stronger lesson to prevent this from happening again. Max caught his breath, still muttering curses, but the officers quickly pulled him out.
Watching the police car pull away, Ella’s expression softened as she turned back to her shaken staff. "I’m sorry for the scare. It was my mistake, not anticipating he’d pull a stunt like this."
"This isn’t on you," Benjamin said with a sigh. "It only shows Carter Group’s shamelessness."
Ella, resigned, took her employees to the hospital for check-ups. En route, she learned the full story—Max had recruited some local thugs, armed with knives and iron rods, to storm the office. Fortunately, no one was seriously harmed, though the potential damage to LX’s reputation was a worry.
She called Eric, asking him to handle the media quietly and keep the incident off the internet. Eric managed it swiftly and effectively, and not a whisper of it surfaced online.
Benjamin’s injury was mild, and the two guards suffered only slight concussions. Ella doubled everyone’s bonuses, a gesture of thanks and reassurance.
Later, Evelyn attempted to visit Ella to plea on Max’s behalf, but she was turned away, leaving with frustration. The current Carter Group had no leverage left against Ella, and Max was held in custody on charges of assault and vandalism. Upon hearing the news, Sean—who had been in recovery—relapsed, bedridden once again.
With mounting expenses, Julia and Evelyn were forced to sell their valuable jewelry and possessions to cover their living costs.
As a final measure, Ella increased LX’s security detail, hiring experienced guards whose presence alone deterred any local troublemakers from trying their luck.
Leah was furious upon learning that Max would be charged with endangering public safety and intentional injury. She was so angry she wanted to smash something. Max’s decision to confront Ella directly was reckless beyond measure. Revenge required subtlety, hidden tactics—exactly like hers.
With Frank already a broken shell of himself after attempting to frame the Nelson Group, and now Max on the verge of serious consequences, it felt as if Carter Group was crumbling to pieces.
Grinding her teeth, Leah dialed the number of her accomplice, the young woman she’d entrusted with her scheme.
"Take action immediately! I’m done waiting!" Leah commanded sharply.
"That works," the girl replied sweetly. "My target is quite attached to me by now. Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you."
Leah let out a disdainful hum. "This has to work. I’ve been itching to see that wretch fall into ruin."
"Relax," the girl said, laughing softly. "But I’ll wait until Monday to act. Today’s Sunday—if I push now, he’ll cool off too soon. Monday will ensure he won’t have the time to regain his composure."
"Fine, Monday it is. No more delays."
Leah ended the call, her eyes gleaming with cold determination. "Ella, your time will come. And this time, no one will be able to save you."
At that very moment, Ella’s eyelid twitched involuntarily. She rubbed her eyes, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over her. She’d been straining her eyes lately, spending her days balancing classes and devouring books, all in preparation for whatever lay ahead.
She knew that sooner or later, Hannah would reappear, likely stronger and more polished than before. How could she afford to fall behind?
"Are you okay? Tired?" Eric’s voice interrupted her thoughts as he came over. "If you’re worn out, take a break. You don’t have to overdo it."
He placed his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them, making her instinctively scrunch up her neck. "Don’t do that—it tickles! Just let me go out for a walk," she chuckled, brushing his hands away with a light smile.
Her eyes, bright with a refreshing clarity, seemed to lift Eric’s spirits. "Alright, a walk sounds perfect," he agreed. "When we get back, you can take a nice warm bath and relax."
Eric draped a coat over her shoulders as they stepped outside, walking arm-in-arm around the villa grounds under the cool, autumn night sky. The garden was alive with vibrant chrysanthemums in every color and fragrant roses swaying in the gentle breeze, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
As they strolled, Ella’s spirits lifted. "I never imagined this place would have so many types of roses," she remarked, breathing in their scent. "It feels like a giant garden. Just looking at all this beauty sweeps away any worries."
Eric glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips. "Wouldn’t this garden feel even more alive with a few kids running around?" he teased, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"How many kids do you think we should have?" he mused, half-joking as he tried to picture what their children might look like.
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