1 In the main hall of the nightclub, my pregnant sister was shoved onto a stage. Below, a crowd of men, faces flushed and red, argued over the child in her belly. “It’s definitely mine! I was the most energetic that night!” “Bullshit! I went more times, so my chances are higher!” My sister’s face was ashen. She turned to the man beside her, her voice trembling with tears. “Asher, you’re my fiancé. How could you do this to me?” Asher wrapped his arm around a delicate-looking girl and sneered. “You don’t even know whose kid you’re carrying. You have the nerve to ask me that?” The girl covered her mouth in a shy smile, but her eyes, fixed on my sister, were filled with triumph. I sat in the shadows below the stage, my eyes turning to ice. I’d been away for a few years, and someone had dared to bully a member of the Cannon family. … My assistant leaned in and whispered, “Should I have Mr. Cross, the owner of the club, come over and give you an explanation?” I scoffed. “What’s the use in calling him? Have everyone on standby.” “Yes, ma’am.” My assistant quickly withdrew. They dared to touch my sister? Not a single one of them would be leaving this place in one piece tonight. My sister’s voice shook. “It was only you that night! How could I be pregnant with someone else’s child?” The girl in Asher’s arms, Sierra, giggled. “Oh, Olivia, don’t you remember? After you got drunk, you kept saying ‘one isn’t enough’ and dragged several men into the room. Did you forget?” My sister’s face went white. “Impossible! Only Asher was in the room…” Her words trailed off. She froze, her eyes locked on Asher. “It was you… that glass of red wine… you drugged me?!” Asher didn’t deny it. He didn’t even look at her. Instead, he pulled a stack of photos from his pocket and scattered them across the stage. “Come on, place your bets! Whoever guesses right gets a bonus—the hot video from that night!” The crowd below erupted in cheers. “Damn, this is intense! Not a scrap of clothing. You can see everything so clearly!” “Hotter than a porn cover! Just one look and I’m burning up!” Sierra picked up a photo, glanced at it with disgust, and tossed it aside. It fluttered down in front of me. I picked it up. One look, and my vision went black with rage. These people were insane. They were about to find out what happens when you mess with the Cannon family. The men below were like a pack of wolves, fighting over the photos of my sister. Bills slapped onto the card tables, their eyes red as they placed their bets, as if they were auctioning off a piece of merchandise. I sat in the darkness, swirling the wine in my glass, my eyes cold as I watched the absurd spectacle unfold. My assistant wasn’t back yet. I just had to wait a little longer… “All bets are in!” The dealer’s voice cut through the noise. “Now, let’s bring in the professionals to reveal the answer to our little wager!” Several men in white lab coats rushed onto the stage with their equipment. Without a word, they grabbed my sister’s arm. The needle glinted under the lights, about to pierce her skin. “Get off me!” My sister, usually so gentle, suddenly fought back with surprising ferocity. She wrenched her arm free, her nails scratching bloody lines across one man’s face. “Where’s Cross? Get him out here! If I lose a single hair on my head tonight, this shithole of a club will be shut down tomorrow!” My sister’s voice was raw and desperate, but the crowd just roared with laughter. Sierra giggled, her body shaking. “Oh, is our little Miss Cannon still dreaming?” She suddenly grabbed a handful of my sister’s hair and whispered in her ear, “Did you forget? Mr. Cross is my brother. He bankrupted the Cannon family a long time ago. Where do you get the nerve to make threats in his club?” I, who had already moved to the foot of the stage, ready to intervene, felt a jolt of shock. Cross’s sister? The Cannon family, bankrupt? How did I not know this? Asher pulled Sierra into his arms. “Why are you wasting your breath on her?” He turned to the men in lab coats. “Hurry up. Don’t waste any more time.” Just as the needle touched my sister’s skin, the dealer beside them cried out in alarm. “Stop!” he bellowed. 2 Everyone froze, including me. He was trembling as he pulled a jade seal from my sister’s waist, a cold sweat instantly soaking his back. “The… the Cloudwater Seal?!” In his shock, he pressed the button for the club’s highest-level emergency line. “Mr. Cross, the Cloudwater Seal has appeared. Please come and verify its authenticity!” Asher’s face darkened, and even Sierra, in his arms, fell silent. Cross, the “Mr. Cross” they were talking about, was just an adopted son of my father’s. By age, he should be calling me “big sister.” Knowing this was his territory, my taut nerves relaxed slightly. I waited, my expression unreadable, for my assistant to return. Soon, Cross’s personal secretary, Bianca, arrived. “Mr. Cross will be here shortly. Let me assess the situation first.” The moment her fingers touched the seal, Sierra, still in Asher’s embrace, let out a sweet laugh. “What a coincidence. I have one of those cheap things too.” She pulled a brocade box from her purse. The moment the box sprang open, the entire room gasped. Two Cloudwater Seals. Identical. “Hers has a crack in it,” Sierra said, her red lips curving into a smirk. “It’s a fake.” My sister cried out desperately, “My sister gave this to me herself! How could it be fake?” “I’m Evelyn Cannon’s real sister!” The words had barely left her mouth before Sierra laughed again. “I’ve lived in the Cannon family home for years, and I’ve never seen you with a sister. You’re such a pathological liar, you’d even make up a fake sister!” Bianca, after examining the seals, respectfully returned Sierra’s and smoothly joined the conversation. “Evelyn Cannon?” A look of contempt crossed her face, as if she’d heard a joke. “I’ve never heard of anyone by that name.” “Since the real Cloudwater Seal is in Miss Sierra’s possession, we won’t interfere in Miss Olivia’s affairs. You may continue.” With that, Bianca stepped aside, an air of detached indifference about her. The men in the crowd erupted. “Get on with it! I bet a hundred grand that she’s carrying my kid!” “After the test, we can all take turns for a taste.” The men were like flies to blood. One even started unbuckling his belt. “I’m raising my bet! The moment the test is done, I’m getting a piece of that!” The men in lab coats once again pinned my sister to the stage. The needle glinted, aimed straight for her pale skin. My assistant still hadn’t returned, but I couldn’t wait any longer. “Stop!” I leaped onto the stage and kicked over the metal tray of instruments with a deafening crash. Bianca’s pupils constricted. “Who is this crazy woman? How dare you cause trouble in Mr. Cross’s club?” I gave a cold smile. “Cannon family. Evelyn Cannon.” 3 The entire hall fell into a dead silence. But the silence only lasted a second. “Hahahaha—” The room exploded with deafening laughter. Some people were laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes. “Evelyn Cannon? You?” “She’s a legendary figure, someone who could shake the capital to its core! We haven’t heard anything about her for years. Why would she show up here?” Sierra clutched her stomach, laughing uncontrollably. “Olivia, which acting troupe did you hire this one from? She’s actually pretty convincing!” Asher frowned, his gaze full of disgust. “Olivia, get this imposter out of here. Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?” My sister gripped my arm tightly, her eyes filled with a disbelieving excitement. The veins in my temples throbbed. I fought to suppress my raging fury. “When Cross gets here, we’ll see who’s who.” I pulled my sister behind me, my gaze as sharp as a knife. “Until then, whoever touches a single hair on her head, I’ll chop off their hands.” Sierra covered her mouth in a mocking smile. “Oh, she’s really into her role. If the real Evelyn Cannon were here, she’d have a whole entourage, not just be by herself.” I glanced at my team of bodyguards, currently stuck in a corner, and a cold smile touched my lips. “Get Cross out here! I want to ask him if he still has any respect for me, his sister.” Bianca narrowed her eyes, looking me up and down, a sneer playing on her red lips. “Who do you think you are, to use Mr. Cross’s full name like that? You really don’t know your place.” She slowly twisted the jade bracelet on her wrist, her voice suddenly dropping. “Men, take her down!” “I want to see just how much you’re really worth.” Several burly men heard her and grinned greedily, their voices dripping with malicious amusement. “Yes, Miss Bianca! I’ll make sure to strip her down to nothing and weigh every last ounce for you!” As they spoke, their hands reached for my sister and me. I slapped one of the men across the face. “How dare you! Are you looking to die? Do you have any idea what will happen if you touch me?” The man’s head snapped to the side from the force of the blow. His eyes turned vicious, and he lunged, his hands closing around my throat. “You bitch, you think you’re something special, huh?” “Today, in front of everyone, I’m going to teach you some manners!” A wave of jeering laughter erupted from the crowd. Several men closed in, some even taking out their phones to record. My sister cried out, trying to rush to me, but Sierra grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground. “Olivia, who is this person you found? Is she crazy, causing trouble here?” “You play the part of the innocent debutante so well, but who knows whose bastard you’re carrying in that belly of yours!” With that, Sierra slapped my sister across the face, so hard that blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. I kicked the man beside me, trying to get to her, but several strong arms pinned me down. My bodyguards were blocked by the chaotic crowd, unable to move an inch. “Tsk, tsk. The imposter is really getting into character, isn’t she?” Sierra, in her high heels, pressed the tip of her shoe against my sister’s chin. “Get on your knees and kowtow three times. Maybe then I’ll ask Bianca to let your fake sister go.” My sister looked at Asher, her voice trembling. “Asher, she really is my sister. If you hurt her, you’ll all regret it…” Asher coolly adjusted his cuffs, his eyes looking at us as if we were trash. “If it weren’t for you, none of this would be happening. Apologize to Sierra. Now.” “Kowtow! If you don’t, we’ll strip her clothes off right now!” The men sneered, their hands reaching for my collar. “I’ll do it!” My sister’s knees slammed onto the marble floor. Her forehead pressed against the cold stone. “Please… don’t touch my sister…” I watched her slam her head against the ground, over and over. With every kowtow, it felt like a sharp knife was carving a piece out of my heart. My assistant was still gone. The bodyguards at the door were strangely inactive. Something was very wrong. Bianca looked at my face, her eyes flashing with jealousy. She had produced a scalpel from somewhere, and now the blade was pressed against my skin. “Such a beautiful face. I wonder if Mr. Cross will still recognize you after I’m done with it.” “Don’t touch my sister!” my sister suddenly struggled. “Cross will make you wish you were never born!” “You really think you’re the great Miss Cannon, don’t you? Too bad the Cannon family doesn’t go by that name anymore.” Bianca mocked my sister as she pressed the blade deeper, a warm trickle of blood sliding down my neck. Just as she was about to cut again, the main doors burst open with a deafening crash. Cross entered, flanked by a team of his men. His eyes swept over my sister’s bloodied forehead and the cut on my face. The atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing.
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