In the biggest bar of Gryndon, my younger sister, Evonne Bradford, is tossed onto the middle of the stage like a plaything.

The men beneath the stage keep arguing with each other.

At the moment, Evonne's complexion is as pale as a sheet. She can only stare at her fiance, Simon Scottman, in disbelief, who's sitting in the middle of the bar.

"Simon, I'm your fiancee! How could you treat me like this?"

Simon leans over to kiss the dainty-looking woman in his arms on the lips. Then, he shoots Evonne a cold look.

"You don't even know who took your virginity, yet you still have the guts to question me?"

The woman in Simon's arms just titters delicately, but the contempt in her eyes is plain to see when she looks at Evonne.

Meanwhile, I sit in my booth, my gaze already icy.

All it takes is three years of my absence in this country, and already someone dares to harm a member of the Bradford family.

Beside me, my assistant, Gillian Somner, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

With utmost deference, she said, "I'll call the owner of Nocturne right away and have him answer for this."

I let out a cold chuckle. "No need. Get our men to surround Nocturne. Make sure not a single soul can leave this place."

Upon receiving my order, Gillian nodded in acknowledgment before stepping away.

How dare they lay a hand on my sister, Evonne Bradford! I'd make sure none of them were walking out of here alive.

Evonne's face was streaked with tears. "It was only you and me celebrating Valentine's Day last night. How could there be another man in the room?"

Rachel Lopez snuggled closer into Simon Scottman's arms, covering her mouth as she laughed. "You're really funny, Rachel. Simon was with me the entire night, so how could he possibly be with you?

"It seems like you needed a little more excitement for your first time. Simon isn't enough for you, so you invited a whole group to play with you?"

Evonne froze, murmuring under her breath, "That's impossible. Simon was the one who personally handed me the room card. We even went for a candlelight dinner last night—"

Halfway through her sentence, she snapped her head up and glared at Simon. Her entire body shook with rage as she said, "It was you! You drugged my drink, and you called them over—"

He merely raised his brows, looking unfazed.

Just then, a short video appeared on the huge screen. It showed Evonne lying on a bed, barely covered.

Simon chuckled coldly before pulling out a USB drive from his pocket. He tossed it onto the table and said, "Come on, place your bets! Whoever guessed the real culprit who popped Evonne's cherry last night would be given the full video from last night!"

The eyes of every man in the bar were immediately glued to the screen, greedily taking in the video with unabashed desire.

"Even just this short clip is hot enough. I can't imagine how wild the full thing must be!"

"As expected of a well-bred young lady, even the way she moans sounds better than other women!"

My body shook with rage as I stared at the video on the huge screen.

The Scottmans weren't worth even a fraction of the Bradfords when Simon had first gotten engaged to Evonne. My parents would never have agreed to the match if Evonne hadn't insisted.

How dare he treat her like this now?

With a darkened expression, I texted Gillian and told her to investigate everything.

At the same time, the men in the bar began slamming stacks of bills onto the tables, shouting wildly as they placed their bets.

Evonne was curled up at the corner, her eyes empty as she watched it all unfold before her.

"Is everyone done betting?" Simon lounged back against the couch, yawning lazily.

"The bets are in. But how are we supposed to tell who actually took Ms. Bradford's virginity last night?"

Simon smiled. "It hasn't even been a full day since last night. Surely there are traces left in her body. We'll just have a doctor examine her to find out."

With that, he clapped his hands. "Bring them in!"

Several doctors stepped onto the stage. They immediately grabbed Evonne, pinning her down as they reached to pull off her pants.

The men in the bar craned their necks forward, eagerly waiting for the obscene spectacle to begin.

Terrified, Evonne snatched a pair of tweezers from one of them and pointed them at them. She screamed, "Stay away! Do you know who I am? Touch me, and you'll be dead!"

She looked serious, yet to everyone else, it was just a desperate struggle on her end.

Rachel's laughter brought forward everyone else's. "Oh? Do you still think you're the high-and-mighty heiress of the Bradford family?"

She stepped closer and grabbed Evonne's face, her long nails digging into Evonne's skin, drawing out faint traces of blood. "The Bradfords are long past their prime! Besides, this bar belongs to my stepbrother Dominic! Here, you're nothing!"

Was Rachel talking about Dominic Clarke?

He was my father's subordinate. If this bar really belonged to him, would he just stand by and let someone humiliate Evonne like this?

And when exactly have the Bradfords gone past their prime?

Simon wrapped an arm around Rachel's waist and softly coaxed, "Why bother arguing with her? What's more important now is to find out who slept with her first last night."

He then glared at the doctors. "What are you guys still waiting for?"

The doctors pressed Evonne onto the stage again and began yanking down her pants.

Just as they were about to go further, the manager suddenly shouted in a panic. "Wait!"

Everyone was stunned. Even the doctors stopped in their tracks.

The manager rushed forward, his hand trembling as he picked up the black card that had fallen from Evonne's pocket. His forehead was immediately matted with cold sweat.

"This… This is a Centurion Black Card?" he gasped.

At that, the room erupted in whispers.

"What? A Centurion Black Card?"

"There's only one person in the entire country who holds this card. I heard she's powerful and mysterious, and she could destroy a family by just lifting a finger. How did the card end up in Evonne's hands?"

Simon's eyes widened upon seeing the card, his expression darkening at once.

The manager was sweating buckets as he quickly dialed the top floor of the bar. "Mr. Clarke, we have a guest holding a Centurion Black Card. Please come down immediately."

A woman descended from the top floor not long after.

I recognized her at once. It was Dominic's assistant, Amanda Yarldon.

"Mr. Clarke is being held up, so he asked me to attend to this distinguished guest," she said with a polished smile.

Just as Amanda was about to take the card from the manager, Rachel interrupted her, "If I'd known this card was so special, I would've shown it myself."

Rachel pulled out a black card from her bag, holding it between her fingers as she waved it in front of Amanda.

Everyone was shocked to see the card in her hand. It was another Centurion Black Card.

"I am the rightful holder of the Centurion Black Card. Who is she to have it? It's probably a fake!" Rachel looked at Evonne with utter contempt.

Amanda stepped forward and took Rachel's card. After examining it for a bit, her gaze at Rachel grew with a hint of admiration. "Ms. Lopez's card is real."

After that, she turned to look at Evonne disdainfully. "Not everyone can own a black card, Ms. Bradford. Passing off a fake like this is embarrassing."

Evonne shook her head, her voice tight with panic. "That's impossible! My older sister gave me this card, there's no way it's fake! She's Abigail Bradford!"

Rachel scoffed. "Abigail Bradford? There isn't a single big shot in Gryndon I don't know of, and I've never heard of her."

Amanda crossed her arms and stood by the side, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "Since Ms. Lopez is the most distinguished guest in the bar, Ms. Bradford's matter has nothing to do with Mr. Clarke. Go on."

The previously quiet crowd started erupting again.

"Hurry up and get her examined! I've got millions riding on this!"

"I'm adding another 500 grand! I have to win it!"

The doctors surrounded Evonne once again, their hands reaching toward the last shred of her dignity.

Gillian still hadn't returned, but I couldn't wait any longer.

"Enough!" I rose angrily from the booth and strode forward. While the doctors remained in shock, I pulled Evonne off the stage and got her dressed.

Rachel stared at me in shock, fury blazing in her eyes. "Who are you? Do you have any idea what happens when you cause trouble on Mr. Clarke's turf?"

I pulled Evonne behind me and coldly spat, "I'm Abigail Bradford, the eldest daughter of the Bradford family."

The moment I finished speaking, the crowd burst out laughing, as if they'd just heard a joke.

"Abigail Bradford? You've got to be kidding. That woman's a powerful legend in Gryndon, but she's been missing for years. Rumor has it she's died overseas. You're not saying that's you, are you?"

"Well, Abigail Bradford is also a Bradford. Could it actually be the same Bradford family?"

"No way! The Bradfords only have one daughter."

Rachel covered her mouth and laughed softly. "Where did you find this imposter, Evonne? Her acting is terrible, and yet she dares to pretend she's Abigail Bradford?"

I looked at her, my gaze cold and indifferent.

The Bradford family had only ever presented Evonne to the public.

As I was the designated heir, I'd been raised in secrecy for my own protection. As such, only a few knew my real identity.

"Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough, Evonne? Get this imposter out of here!" Simon frowned at Evonne and me, his gaze filled with disgust.

Evonne clutched my sleeve tightly, looking worried.

I patted her hand reassuringly and turned to Simon with a sharp gaze. "You're not even qualified to speak to me. Where's Dominic? Tell him to get down here now!"

Rachel gave me a once-over before sneering. "You almost sound convincing. But unfortunately, if the real Abigail Bradford had returned, the elite circle of Gryndon would be in an uproar. There's no way it'd happen without anyone knowing."

The fury in my eyes blazed brighter. "I've told you, you're not worthy of talking to me. Have Dominic get down here immediately!"

Rachel rolled her eyes in contempt. "Do you really think you can see Mr. Clarke just because you want to? If you're going to run your mouth like that, don't blame me for putting an imposter like you in your place!"

She then turned to the men scattered around the bar. "Grab her and teach her a proper lesson! If I'm satisfied, you'll all be well rewarded."

"Don't worry, Ms. Lopez. We'll make sure she learns what men are capable of!"

"Since she said she's Evonne's older sister, we'll let her experience what Evonne went through last night!"

The men in the bar scrambled forward, their faces twisted with greed.

"How dare you touch me?" My gaze turned icy. Slipping a small blade from my sleeve, I slashed hard at the man charging in front.

The injured man clutched his face and screamed. He then roared in fury, "Get her! Kill this bitch!"

Ten men surged forward at once.

Seizing the opportunity, the injured man grabbed my neck, his face twisted in rage. "You slut! I showed you mercy, and you dared to hurt me? I'll make you pay for that now!"

Everyone pressed in from all sides. Some even pulled out their phones, ready to record.

Evonne rushed forward, trying to shield me behind her, but Rachel grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back.

"Still trying to pretend you're so chummy with the imposter? Once I'm done with her, you won't be getting away either!" Rachel sneered.

Teary-eyed, Evonne clutched at Rachel's skirt and begged desperately, "Please don't touch Abby. Let her go. I'll let you examine me!"

Rachel kicked her to the ground, frowning in disgust. "We'll definitely examine you, and we're dealing with this imposter too! Unless—"

She smiled cruelly. "Unless you get on your knees and start begging until I'm satisfied. Then maybe I'll consider letting your fake sister go."

Evonne turned toward Simon, who had been watching indifferently from the sidelines. Through clenched teeth, she gritted, "Abby is the big shot you're all talking about. If you lay a hand on her—"

He cut her off with a sneer. "Enough with the talking. Get down and beg already. If not, I'll get them to tear into your sister right here!"

Rachel looked down at Evonne condescendingly.

A bitter laugh tore out of Evonne's lips. "Fine, I'll beg!"

She dropped onto her knees, pressing herself close to the floor as she started begging. "Please… Let Abby go…"

Before long, the skin on her knees and forehead was swollen and scraped. A thin line of blood seeped through.

But Rachel never told Evonne to stop begging.

I struggled desperately to get up and stop it, yet my limbs were pinned down. My heart broke at the sound of each plea that came from her lips.

Evonne had grown up cherished and protected. When had she ever suffered this kind of humiliation?

Gillian should've been back by now. So, why wasn't she?

Rachel yawned lazily. "Alright, that's enough."

Relief flashed across Evonne's pale face. "So, you'll let Abby go now?"

Rachel let out a scornful laugh, as if mocking her naivety. "I said I'd consider letting her go. Well, I've thought it over. The answer is no."

"You—" Like a cornered animal, Evonne lunged forward to fight Rachel.

However, Simon kicked her away.

"Touch Evonne again and see what happens!" I yelled as pain tore through my chest.

Rachel stepped forward, jealousy flashing across her eyes as she glanced at my face. Suddenly, she grabbed my throat. "I'll start with you then!"

"Don't! Dominic won't let this go if you hurt Abby!" Evonne cried out in panic.

Rachel let out a cold snort. "You still think the Bradfords are what they used to be? Who do you think you are to threaten me?"

She picked up the blade from the floor and pressed it hard against my neck.

Just as Rachel was about to slash down, the private elevator doors from the top floor slid open.

Dominic slowly stepped out, a group of men in black filing out behind him.

The moment he saw Rachel holding a knife to my throat with blood seeping out, his expression immediately darkened.