C18 Threat Trade!

No matter how Mo Ya was mistreated, seeing Ann Yiyi's level of disdain for her, Mo Ya felt no sympathy whatsoever. This girl, with her aggressive and arrogant demeanor, truly wasn't worth any pity.

"Ann Yiyi, with all these reporters around, are you really not concerned about your reputation? I have nothing to do with you, and I don't rely on your family's support. My life is my own, and it's none of your business how I choose to live it. You should focus on your own affairs instead of meddling in mine."

Ann Yiyi was infuriated by Mo Ya's uncharacteristically firm stance. She was aware of the reporters present, but she couldn't swallow the fact that Mo Ya, whom they had bullied for so long, was now standing up to her.

Who was Mo Ya? She was the woman their family had discarded, meant to live a life of disgrace and humiliation. Yet, today, she was dressed and accessorized far better than Ann Yiyi herself. Especially the necklace around her neck, known to everyone in high society, was a gift from Yem Mohan, who had spent 18 million dollars on it.

Why did Mo Ya have such good fortune? Even Ann Yiyi had never owned such expensive jewelry. Mo Ya, a discarded woman from a wealthy family, was supposed to live a life of begging for mercy, being humiliated, and pitifully struggling. Mo Ya's desire to live freely depended on Ann Yiyi's permission.

Ann Yiyi's eyes shifted, and she suppressed her anger, revealing a peculiar smile as she said, "Mo Ya, what if I find the person who attacked you that night and hold a press conference? Do you think Yem Mohan would still want you? Could you continue living this luxurious life?"

What?

Mo Ya had just been thinking of finding a way to retaliate against Ann Yiyi, but she hadn't expected Ann Yiyi to bring up the past herself. Did Ann Yiyi know who the person was that attacked her that night?

Finding the person who assaulted her and learning what happened that day has always been her goal. Yet, seeing Ann Yiyi act like she has leverage over her is truly infuriating.

Still, she must keep up appearances. Mo Ya feigns shock and frustration, biting her lip and looking at Ann Yiyi with misty eyes. "You really do know everything. It was you who ruined me."

That's the expression she wanted to see. Ann Yiyi feels a wave of satisfaction wash over her, and all her previous displeasure vanishes. She knows Mo Ya is now with Yem Mohan and must be terrified of him discovering her past. With this leverage, Ann Yiyi can get whatever she wants, maybe even become Yem Mohan's woman herself.

She's better than Mo Ya in every way—family background, figure, and of course, except for looks. Mo Ya only relies on her pretty face, but Ann Yiyi plans to ruin that eventually. For now, she'll just collect some interest.

"So what if it was us? Scared? Beg me, Mo Ya. If you beg, maybe I'll let it go and not expose your story. Otherwise, I'll make sure the whole world knows you were assaulted on your wedding night."

"You’re all insane, just insane."

"Insane? You think that's crazy? We have something even crazier—we recorded a video that night."

"What did you say?"