Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling! - Chapter 519

Chapter 519:

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“Daniela, you’re really heartless. Do you actually expect me to face Katrina?”

Daniela didn’t even glance in his direction. While playing on her phone, she replied, “You’re a witness to this whole thing.

You can’t just walk away now.”

She had limited Caiden to a mere five hundred dollars per month. Broke and out of options, Caiden had no place to turn. Desperate, he even toyed with the idea of selling the villa. However, anyone wealthy enough to consider buying it had already heard Daniela’s ominous warning.

“Anyone who dares to purchase Caiden’s villa is declaring war on Elite Lux.” Despite the price being slashed repeatedly, no one dared to finalize the sale.

Once again, Caiden was reminded of the sheer reach of Daniela’s power in Olisvine. Feeling defeated, he abandoned his schemes altogether.

Late that night, as darkness cloaked the area, a car pulled up to the front gate of the villa. It paused for just a moment before speeding away. Curious, the security guard went to check and discovered a burlap sack lying on the ground.

When he opened it, he was horrified to find a woman inside, her hair tangled and a filthy rag gagging her. He aimed his flashlight at her face and recoiled in shock.

“Who the hell are you?”

By chance, Daniela was driving past at that exact moment. She recognized the woman as Joyce and called Katrina.

Joyce had passed out, and an overwhelming stench clung to her.

Katrina rushed over but quickly realized she couldn’t move Joyce on her own. Reluctantly, she called Caiden for help.

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As soon as he approached and caught a whiff of the foul odor, he couldn’t hold back and vomited on the spot. Ultimately, one of the guards stepped in, pinching his nose as he dragged Joyce into the villa, treating her as if she were nothing more than discarded trash.

“Joyce, Joyce?” Katrina’s voice quivered as she took in the jagged cuts marring Joyce’s once-smooth face. The evidence of Joyce’s brutal torment was undeniable. When she finally regained consciousness, her mind seemed shattered. She grabbed Katrina’s arm tightly, her sobs erupting uncontrollably.

“Mom, please save me! Those people are monsters. They said if I don’t pay by next week, they’ll take me back. I’d rather die than face them again. Please, Mom, help me!” Overwhelmed by panic, her body gave out, and she fainted once more.

As the harsh overhead lights illuminated Joyce’s wounds, Caiden’s eyes widened in horror at the word etched into her skin: “bitch.” A sickening jolt struck his chest as he turned to Daniela, only to find her face devoid of any reaction. For the first time, an unsettling fear of his own daughter crept into Caiden’s heart.

Clenching his trembling hands into fists, he waited until Katrina escorted Joyce to the bathroom before leaning toward Daniela and whispering, “Did you have someone do this?”

Daniela cast a cold, indifferent glance his way. Caiden was convinced that Daniela had to be behind this. Lowering his voice, he said, “Even if you have a grudge against Katrina, Joyce had nothing to do with it. Don’t you think this is too far?”

Daniela let out a chuckle, her tone laced with mockery.

“Oh? You really think this is too much?”

Caiden gave a solemn nod.

“Of course it’s too much! If those scars on her face become permanent, her life will be ruined. How could you do something so heartless?”

Moments earlier, the sight of Joyce’s mutilated face had shocked everyone.

Yet Daniela’s composure remained eerily undisturbed, her gaze chillingly indifferent. The cold detachment in her eyes was nothing short of terrifying.

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