John then said, “You can punish that maid however you want. Just say the word.”
My face was pale as I shook my head and said quietly, “I’m not that spiteful. All I want is justice.”
“Don’t worry, I will make sure you get it.”
John nodded and caressed my cheek, his gaze distant as he stared at me.
As if he was looking at someone else.
However, as I leaned on John’s chest, I was laughing inside.
Fairness? Justice? That was not all I wanted.
I would have Dylan and Lily lose all dignity, and wished they were dead!
Everyone in the Sullivan household changed their attitude overnight.
The servants who used to avoid my presence were now smiling and welcoming.
Even at the bridal boutique, the designer was at once fawning as she straightened my dress.
The dress was itself worth millions, embedded with diamonds the size of pigeon eggs around the chest.
As I stood in front of the mirror and admired my curvaceous figure, I remembered that Dylan and I didn’t even have a wedding
ceremony in our past life.
That was when Dylan suddenly appeared in the dressing room, glaring sinisterly at me. “You really have an appetite, able to
stomach someone as old as my father!”
I chuckled and retorted without qualms, “At least he’s much more virile in bed than you are.”
Dylan’s face turned ashen instantly, his hands clenching into knuckles. “Were you reborn too? I get it–you’re just feeling upset,
