Dad Sold Me, I Became Unbeatable

Chapter 4

The next afternoon, my father barged into Foster Group.

He was wearing a yellowed shirt that had been washed too many times, and behind him were two men with vicious expressions.

He shouted my name at the top of his lungs.

"Mia! You ungrateful brat! You eat Mr. Foster's food and live in Mr. Foster's house. Now you think you can fly on your own, and you even want to hurt people?"

The employees coming and going all raised their phones to watch the scene.

My father shouted in the lobby, "Three million dollars! Mr. Foster spent three million dollars to buy you. Do you really think you're some decent woman now? If Mr. Foster doesn't want you, these two bosses behind me are willing to pay five million dollars! If you don't come with me today, I'll post all those dirty things about you online and let everyone see how shameless you are!"

The two men's eyes swept from my face down to my waist, so sticky and obscene that it made me sick.

My mother stood at the back of the crowd, clutching my brother's report card in her hand.

Suddenly, she rushed forward and dropped to her knees in front of me with a thud.

"I'm begging you! You can't ruin your brother's entire life just because you're throwing a tantrum!"

I froze where I stood and suddenly remembered something from childhood.

Back then, my fever had hit a hundred and two.

But my mother saved the last fever-reducing pill at home for my brother, who did not even have a fever.

Her reason was, "If a boy burns his brain out, the whole family is finished."

One of the men reached out to grab me.

Before I could dodge, Wesley had already kicked him away.

Wesley stood in front of me with no expression on his face.

"What's mine isn't yours to sell."

My father was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth.

At that moment, I thought Wesley was truly protecting me.

But in the next second, Wesley lowered his head and looked at me.

"See? If you leave me, you won't even get to choose who buys you next."

My fingers tightened little by little.

Wesley pulled my coat around me, his movements looking like care, but feeling more like he was locking me back into a cage.

"Go and take the blame. I'll deal with your parents."

Sophia walked over and said softly, "Miss Hayes, it's only a few lines. Once the storm passes, you can still return to Azure Law Firm."

I looked at her and fought back directly for the first time.

"Go back and continue being your shadow?"

Wesley immediately snapped at me.

"Mia."

I lowered my head, as if I had finally compromised.

"I'll sign it."

Wesley's expression relaxed a little.

"Wouldn't it have been better if you'd done this earlier?"

He half-squatted in front of me, wearing the smile of a victor.

"Kitty, as long as you behave, I'll keep you for the rest of your life."

I pretended to be fragile and buried my face against his shoulder.

But my eyes did not close.

In my bag, my phone was recording.

At seven that evening, Foster Group's press conference began.

Outside the hall, reporters had already set up their equipment.

The host's voice came through to the backstage area.

"Next, we will invite Miss Hayes to make a statement regarding the recent misunderstanding."

Wesley pushed the door open and returned my ID to me.

"Take it. Go backstage and change. Read the script properly, and I'll take you home."

Out front, the host's voice sounded again.

"Now, let us welcome Miss Hayes."

Wesley stood at the end of the passageway, waiting for his Kitty to go onstage and admit her mistake.

But I had already torn up the apology script backstage and changed out of that obstructive white dress.

A black car was parked outside the side door.

Julian stood beside it.

When he saw me come out, he did not step forward to pull me. He only handed me an employee badge.

On it were the words: Clearview Law Firm, Miss Hayes.

Julian looked at me and said, "Mia, welcome to our team."

I lowered my head and looked at those words, my eyes stinging badly.

This position had always been meant to belong to me.

But I had been forced to take so many detours before finally returning here.

Before the car door closed, I took one last look at the Foster Group building.

The host's voice came from the front of the hall for the third time, already tinged with impatience.

"Miss Hayes, please come onstage."

Wesley was still waiting for me to lower my head and apologize.

But I had already put on my new badge and was running toward my new life.

From this moment on, Wesley's Kitty was dead.

Miss Hayes was alive.