"I’ve met plenty like her. Holding a little family cash, all they do is buy purses, sip tea, and hook men. Unlike me, I opened a store by my own hands at twenty."

She let out a dramatic sigh. "Shame, no matter how that old lady jumps around, she’s just like that. Her man must be tired of her already."

"Next round, I’ll stream something even better. Watch how I deal with these gold-digging pests."

The clip stopped.

So angry, I let out a laugh.

Faye Stewart.

That title, I named her with my own mouth.

Five years earlier, during a village support check in the hills, I found her inside a cracked mud room.

The sixteen-year-old child curled on a straw sheet, skin marked with wounds.

Her face was pale and thin, her eyes showing low self-worth and hopelessness.

Back then, she was called Hope, meaning to bring a younger boy into the home.

She held tight to my sleeve and said, "Older sister, I want to study."

I took her to Phoenix, changed her name to Faye, meaning full moon and plenty.

Sent her to the top art college, and I personally cut the ribbon for her tattoo store after graduation.

Now she used the craft I paid for to carve five shameful words across my chest, just to mock me online.

And even had her sights on my man.

But what stunned me most was that Luther guarded her that way.

My mind was cut short by noise.

Many black-suited guards marched inside like a team.

Two of them hauled Faye over and tossed her on the ground like rubbish.

Weakly, she tried to lift her head, eyes burning with anger.

"Vera! Apart from using the Kelly family’s power to push people down, what else can you do?"

Then she suddenly seemed to recall something, her lips lifting in smug triumph.

"If you treat me like this, Brother Luther won’t let you off!"

"When he gets bored with you, do you think the Kelly clan will still want a woman thrown away by the Campbell family? Later you’ll be nothing!"

Lowering my gaze toward her, I smiled.

"When Luther chased after me back then, he didn’t even know what the Kelly family was."

Her smile went stiff.

Above her, I touched her chin lightly using the tip of my shoe.

"Sure, you’re twenty now, young and fresh."

"The skin on your face is soft and new, just right to replace the tattoo carved on my chest."

Her eyes shrank tight. "As for using power to press others down…"

I let my foot drop and took the sanitizing towel offered by the housekeeper, slowly rubbing my palms.