On the eleventh day after they cruelly “killed” her in the kidnapping scheme, they secretly came to get their marriage license.

What a coincidence!

Winnie stood there fiercely, overwhelmed by suffocating pain, deep-seated hatred that pierced her heart, and a chill bursting from her eyes.

All the past mockery was like a dagger—

“Winnie, I’ll definitely marry you. You’ll be Mrs. Davis right away.”

“Winnie, you’re a genius. Help Ava with the designs again, she must win the jewelry competition!”

“We’ll get our license after the wedding, don’t worry, I won’t betray you.”

But after the wedding, He simply wanted her dead!

The tight grip on her hand was released by the man beside her, standing tall and coldly asking her, “Do you need a few minutes?”

Winnie pressed her pale lips together and shook her head.

The polite staff escorted them in.

It only took about two minutes to obtain the documents. Winnie glanced at the cold man working diligently in his chair and then at the marriage certificate, where his name only had one “L”.

Dominant, indifferent, perfunctory.

Did she just enter a lonely marriage? It seemed like getting the license was only a way to comply with Madam Rodriguez.

He knew nothing about her, and she didn’t know who she married exactly?

At that moment, Winnie suddenly saw Daniel and Ava walking into another office room from outside, with Ava carrying a bag and heading to the restroom.

She smirked, her cherry lips curling, and said to L, “I need to take care of something.”

The assistant Luke looked at the cold and slender back of Mrs. L, and asked the man with a lowered voice, “Mr. L?”

The man’s gaze didn’t leave his work, only furrowing his brows, “Go and protect her.”

Inside the restroom, Winnie took out a broken lipstick and water from her bag, smearing the paper with it. She then slipped it into one of the cubicles and coldly smiled before leaving.

Outside the County office hall, Winnie asked the driver to stop the car for a moment.

After waiting quietly for a few seconds, a panicked and delicate figure tumbled down the steps, screaming without caring about her image, “Daniel!”

Daniel ran towards her. Ava, with a blossoming red face.

Shaking, a bloody piece of paper was timidly pulled out.

“Look…a birthday matching the dead, written in blood with Winnie’s name on it! It suddenly appeared in my bag, is it Winnie? Has she returned to take our lives?!”

Daniel was also scared by the bloody paper and took two steps back, furrowing his brow as he supported Ava. “Nonsense. She’s already dead! Stay calm, don’t let the paparazzi catch us.” “Daniel, I’m so scared…” Ava’s eyes darkened, her face pale.

Looking at the couple huddled together, scanning their surroundings, Winnie coldly smirked and snapped a photo with her phone. The wound in her hand, pierced through, throbbed in excruciating pain, and her pupils flushed with blood.

The words her stepmother had said echoed in her ears:

“How heartless, Winnie was just a worthless life you brought home to protect Ava from disaster!” Is that so? The painful truth cut deep, and from now on, she would become Ava’s catastrophe!

Winnie glanced at the afternoon funeral news, her lips curling into a cold smile. The appetizers were served; the main event would soon follow.

With deep-seated vengeance brewing within, she would settle everything taking back what was rightfully hers.

She retracted her hand, which was spasming in pain, and said, “Mr. L, you can drive now.”

Suddenly, her pale hand was grabbed by a larger hand, and the man beside her momentarily shifted his attention from work, asking about her hand, “Does it hurt?”

His deep, low voice made Winnie freeze in an instant. Almost in that moment, the tears she had been holding back were about to break free.

“Don’t cry! Let me massage it for you,” he furrowed his brow and actually gave it a light rub. There was no emotion on his profile, just a cool and solid presence.

Winnie stared blankly at this noble man, and he asserted, “I don’t care what you’re planning to do, just promise me that your belly will be safe!”

“I promise!” It was a transaction from the beginning, and Winnie didn’t expect him to help her seek revenge, especially since he doubted her true intentions.

But she needed a place to stay, and this marriage was her best move.

“Drop her off,” he got out of the car, busy and without stating their destination.

Winnie gazed at his upright figure in a suit and told the driver, “Please take me to Sunset Funeral Parlor!”

Meanwhile, in the VIP lounge of the funeral home, Sophia scoffed as she tore up the bloody paper. “Just a prank with lipstick, scaring who?”

Ava was still a bit nervous, “But no one else knows about the ghost marriage we arranged for her!”

Sophia disdainfully said, “Even if everyone in her company has sided with us, she will still have one or two rotten friends. It’s just a petty trick.”

“Hmph, the funeral is about to begin. Your father will publicly announce that all her inheritance rights belong to you, and there will no longer be a person called Winnie in this world!”

“She’s completely dead, there’s no way she can come back.” Matthew was firm.

Ava regained her composure, a victorious smugness appearing on her face.

At two o’clock in the afternoon, many people came to attend the funeral.

The Anderson family is indeed a well-known aristocratic family in Lymington. Everyone knows about the sensational Winnie Anderson, who started her business at the age of 18 and was both talented and remarkably beautiful.

She is dead. Not only that, but she died in a disgraceful manner that has caused a stir at this funeral!

Winnie squints her eyes as she makes a public phone call on the side of the road. Even though she has nothing now, she still remembers some familiar media contacts.

She hides the blood plasma that the driver bought for her, wears sunglasses, and removes the gauze from her palm as she enters the funeral home.

There is a cold smile on her lips – she’s back!

The dirge plays as Winnie glimpses at the empty coffin in the middle.

“The once glorious debutante, who would have thought it would end like this,” someone whispers.

“Did you not see the news? She was murdered by her lover! Despite her innocent appearance, it’s long been rumored that she was promiscuous and got ahead in business by sleeping around. She cheated on Daniel and bullied her step-sister!”

“That’s right, I work at Eternity Jewelry Co., Ltd and have seen Winnie Anderson sleep with the male shareholders. She also constantly tormented Ava Anderson.”

“Enough of your gossip,” Ava says tearfully, “I am saddened by Winnie’s death. I can forgive her for taking credit for my designs…”

“She was so arrogant and humiliated Ava, it’s good that this bitch is dead,” another person angrily remarks.

Winnie leans against a corner, tightly clenching her fist with a cold smile.

“Silence, all of you!” an angry female voice demands, “Ava, you’re biting the hand that fed you. It’s you who stole Winnie’s design and spread false rumors about her even after her death. Your heart is damned!”

Winnie stiffens as Olivia, her best friend, appears at the funeral.

Ava signals to the employee who immediately grabs Olivia. “You and Winnie are birds of a feather, spreading rumors about Ava Anderson here? Take her out!”

Olivia Smith is quickly knocked down despite her feeble resistance. But she can only look at the memorial platform and sob, “Winnie, I know you were wrongfully accused…”

Winnie’s eyes twitch with bitterness as she clenches her fist tightly. She will turn the tables; she silently promises Olivia.

The memorial service begins and Winnie, with disheveled hair, takes advantage of the lack of attention and quickly slips into the wreaths.

Matthew stands on the main podium, tears streaming down his face. “My dear daughter has died, but those who are still alive must continue. According to Winnie’s will, she voluntarily bequeathed all of her company assets to Ava…”

Suddenly, the coffin moves!

The whole room fell silent. Matthew looked up, and the coffin is right beside him on the left. Bloody things start appearing from the flower-covered coffin.

“What is that? It’s a hand!”

“But, Wasn’t Winnie’s body not found?”