Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 370: Teaching Her a Lesson

Chapter 370: Teaching Her a Lesson

Eric pressed the gun coldly to Mrs. Miller’s forehead. "Mrs. Miller, are you afraid?"

Mrs. Miller struggled to maintain her dignified composure. "What do you think you’re doing? I simply invited Mrs. Nelson here for a friendly visit! Do you have any evidence to claim I kidnapped her?"

"Evidence? My recording device captured everything—surely you recognize your own bodyguards? Now, tell me, what would it feel like to have a bullet go through your head?" Eric’s voice dripped with icy menace. Without a lesson, this woman would still believe herself to be invincible.

"Don’t... don’t do anything rash! This is a lawful society!" Mrs. Miller’s face went pale as her legs began to tremble.

One pull of the trigger, and she’d be finished.

Ella watched the scene, cold and steady. Eric might have been extreme, but he was doing this for her, and she knew he had his reasons.

"Oh, so you do know this is a lawful society?" Eric sneered. "And yet, you dared to bring my wife here by force? If I had been a minute later, were you planning on... bruising her face? Hmm?"

"No... no! I was really just joking with her!" Mrs. Miller’s voice, once calm and composed, was now shaky and frantic.

Eric laughed, his aura dark and intense, sending chills through the room. He watched as sweat beaded on Mrs. Miller’s forehead, her eyes betraying sheer panic.

"Please, put the gun down! I swear... it was all a joke. I never meant any harm!" Mrs. Miller pleaded, abandoning any pretense of composure.

Ella held her gaze on Mrs. Miller, knowing that if anything escalated here, the Miller family would surely make trouble for Eric.

"Eric..." Ella murmured softly.

Eric’s lips curled up slightly. "Oh, Mrs. Miller, no need to look so terrified. I was just joking too. This gun? It’s only a toy." He withdrew the gun from her forehead, and she collapsed onto the sofa in relief, her legs unable to support her.

Ella’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "Mrs. Miller, are you alright? My husband... was just joking, so I hope you don’t take it to heart."

Eric nodded, his tone casual. "Since Mrs. Miller claims it was a joke, I’ll overlook it this time. But... if it happens again, the consequences will be very different."

Mrs. Miller took a shaky breath, feeling as though she’d narrowly escaped from the clutches of death. The energy radiating from Eric was powerful, overwhelming; she knew better than to cross them again.

With forced composure, she managed a strained smile. "Haha, Mr. Nelson, there won’t be a next time. Mrs. Nelson, please, stay a while. I’ll have the maid bring tea."

"No need. It’s dinner time," Ella replied, a trace of irony in her voice. "Is the Miller family’s hospitality limited to tea, without even a meal for guests?"

Mrs. Miller’s face flushed with embarrassment. "Haha, I’ll have the staff prepare something immediately."

"No need. Given how you pulled me here from the roadside, I think I need some fresh air to recover." Ella looked at Eric, her smile radiant and captivating.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Miller. And remember, your little ’invitation’ to my wife was all recorded. Don’t try to get away with it." Eric’s voice was laced with icy amusement as he wrapped his arm around Ella and led her out.

Mrs. Miller stood there, feeling as if her energy had been completely drained. Even before their figures disappeared from view, she slumped back onto the sofa, exhausted.

"Madam, are you alright?" The maid rushed over, her face full of concern.

Mrs. Miller shook her head, her eyes still flickering with a sharp, dangerous glint. But... this was Country S. If Eric hadn’t had powerful backing, he wouldn’t have dared to be so bold.

Once the police cars left, the area outside the villa was a chaotic mess. The iron gate was bent out of shape, and part of the garden had been trampled and destroyed by the cars that had stormed in. The sheer audacity of that entrance left Mrs. Miller both furious and powerless.

"Eric... very well! Find me all the information on that man right now. I want to know exactly who he is!" she commanded icily, still baffled as to why this young man commanded such fear.

And yet, in that moment, his fierce presence had almost made her feel as though her life was slipping away.

...

In Private Room 209 of the Sapphire Shores Tavern:

Ella sipped her soup leisurely. "That was quite the scene. If my heroic husband hadn’t swooped in, I might have left with a bruised face!"

She smiled, both beautiful and cunning.

Eric gave her nose a playful squeeze. "It’s mostly thanks to you provoking Mrs. Miller into such disrespect. But... be careful with your timing next time, alright? My heart can’t handle the worry if something unexpected were to happen."

Ella nodded, "Don’t worry. I suspected Mrs. Miller mostly wanted to intimidate me; she probably didn’t plan to actually strike me. After all, she’s a woman of noble lineage. Ruining her reputation here wouldn’t be beneficial for her."

She took another satisfied sip of soup. "And now, with that little scene on record, Mrs. Miller will think twice about acting so rashly again. No matter how much she dotes on Hannah, she can’t afford to get her own hands dirty."

The rich flavor lingered on her tongue, and her face glowed with satisfaction. But as she thought about Hannah and Tiffany, her smile faded.

The mystery of the invitation remained unsolved, though she had a strong intuition that Tiffany had been the one to invite Hannah. Yet, Tiffany acted as though she barely knew her.

"Mrs. Miller won’t get directly involved again," Eric said thoughtfully. "As long as Hannah’s actions remain harmless, Mrs. Miller will indulge her. But the moment she jeopardizes the Miller family’s reputation..."

Eric’s calm smile underscored his words. In Country W, nobility guarded their reputation fiercely, maintaining an impeccable image across generations. Hannah, as Mrs. Miller’s goddaughter—not her real daughter—was extended only so much tolerance.

If Hannah didn’t go overboard, Mrs. Miller wouldn’t take drastic action. But should Hannah cross too many lines, how long would Mrs. Miller stand by her?

"Filming for *The Sinful Mountain* starts in two weeks," Eric said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Would you like to go along and support Amanda?"

Ella considered it. "I’d love to! Amanda’s a promising talent. If she has someone there to encourage her, she’ll be less likely to be overshadowed by Tiffany."

"If you’re going, then I’ll come along too... we could make it a haunted adventure of our own," Eric added, his smile laced with playful ambiguity.