“Fart!” Before ine could say anything, Donald unleashed his anger on Cynthia first, pping her again and shouting, “Do you really think I’m just a three-year-old child? Charlie is married—don’t you know that?”


    “I know…” Cynthia sobbed, exining, “Because I’m aware of that, I feltpelled to act. I want to separate Charlie from ire first, so that my daughter will have a chance!”


    Donald sneered, “You’re quite the dishonest woman, aren’t you? I can see from your eyes that you’re not telling me the whole truth!”


    Cynthia was a bundle of nerves, feeling as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest. The truth was, she didn’t possess strong psychological resilience. Her previous arrogance stemmed not from inner strength, but rather from the influence of the Wade family, allowing her to behave freely and without fear of repercussions. However, this was not Eastcliff, and she had underestimated Donald’s intense hatred for Charlie.


    At that moment, Donald was determined to teach Charlie a lesson, and perhaps even eliminate him entirely. There was no way he would engage in rational discourse with Cynthia. Unless she could unequivocally prove that she wasn’t Charlie’s aunt, Donald would prefer to take action against her rather than let her slip away!<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    With a shaky voice, Cynthia managed to say, “Sir, since you despise Charlie so much, you must know he was an orphan growing up in an orphanage. How could I possibly be his aunt? If I were, how could I have let my nephew stay in an orphanage for so long?”


    Donald scoffed, gritting his teeth as he replied, “What’s so unbelievable about that? When my worthless brother-inw passed away, he left behind a little girl. That girl was my wife’s niece, and she, too, called my wife ‘Aunt.’ My wife always wanted to take her in, but I refused. So, the girl remained in the orphanage. Doesn’t that sound familiar?”


    Cynthia was momentarily stunned, unsure of how to respond.


    At that moment, Harold, who had been rummaging through Cynthia’s bag, pulled out a document from his wallet. He handed it to Donald, maintaining a t expression. “Mr. Webb, take a look at this. This woman is named Cynthia Wade and hails from Eastcliff!”


    Donald’s frown deepened. While the surname Wade wasn’t umon, he hadn’t immediately connected Cynthia to Charlie’s family. Instead, he realized that she shared the samest name, which led him to conclude almost instantly that she must indeed be Charlie’s aunt!


    With a surge of fury, he yanked Cynthia’s hair, striking her multiple times until her mouth was stained with blood. “You’ve got some nerve! Do you really think I’m an idiot, Cynthia?” he hissed coldly.<fn1336> For more chapters visit F?nd-Novel</fn1336>


    After being beaten mercilessly, Cynthia felt herself nearing a breakdown. “Mr. Webb, please let me go! I have no issues with you. Why do you keep tormenting me? If Charlie has wronged you, then go after him—don’t kill me, please…”


    Cynthia hesitated to reveal her true identity as ast resort. She knew that if Donald discovered who she really was, he might be even more motivated to harm Charlie. Thus, she resolved to endure the situation as long as possible!


    If all else failed, she would use her identity as her final card to y.


    Donald smirked and said, “You im you have no grievances against me? Let me tell you, all of Charlie’s rtives and friends are my enemies! You two are in trouble—one is Charlie’s aunt, and the other is Charlie’s mother-inw. Neither of you is getting away!”


    With that, he shouted to a nearby bodyguard, “Amao! Drag Charlie’s aunt over here and shoot her!”