A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 1: She Must Be Eliminated

At two in the afternoon, a furious pounding echoed from the door of the rented apartment.

Vivian Quincy collapsed onto the floor in despair. Her youthful face was deathly pale as she clutched her mother’s sleeve with trembling hands, begging in a quavering voice, "Mom, please, don’t hand me over!"

The harsh, sharp-tongued woman ruthlessly flung her hand away. "If you don’t go, who’s going to pay for your sister’s study abroad tuition?"

"But I’m your daughter too! I already have a boyfriend! How can you force me to do this for my sister?" Vivian cried, aggrieved.

Fiona Hughes sneered. "Wanda is my real daughter. You’re just some stray I picked up off the street. I raised you for the sole purpose of selling you off to support your sister and the family."

"How much money could that pauper Hayden Kaye possibly have? As long as it gets Wanda the money to study abroad, I don’t care if it’s ’having dinner’ with President King or going out to pick up trash and sweep the streets—you’ll do it!"

Vivian Quincy was shaken to her core. The sheer weight of this revelation was so immense she couldn’t believe it was real. But thinking back on all the years of Fiona Hughes’s cruelty, the last shred of hope in her heart was crushed by endless despair.

Vivian Quincy bit her lip hard. "From this day forward, we are done. All ties between us are severed."

She walked toward the main door on unsteady feet.

In the hotel suite, a faint sliver of light pierced the darkness.

Vivian Quincy’s slender fingers clutched the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white with tension. ’Why would we come to a place like this just for dinner...?’

A cool scent filled her nostrils. In the darkness, a tall figure loomed over her petite form. The man’s naturally powerful and oppressive presence made Vivian Quincy so afraid she could barely breathe.

"She sent you?" a deep, magnetic voice suddenly asked from above her.

Vivian Quincy’s body went rigid. She trembled as she replied, "Yes."

The man chuckled, his voice impossibly pleasant, yet it uttered two deeply hurtful words: "So dirty."

His jet-black eyes were sharp and merciless in the dark. The curve of his lips did nothing to hide his fury toward the girl; he was like a ferocious beast that had been provoked. The icy cold of his palm plunged Vivian Quincy into a bottomless abyss...

A crystal-clear tear slid from the corner of her eye. Vivian Quincy closed her eyes in despair...

An unknown amount of time passed before the man finally left.

Vivian Quincy didn’t wait for him to come out of the bathroom. She threw on her clothes and hurried away.

Just as she stepped out of the hotel, a shrill, angry curse came from behind her. Vivian Quincy turned around just in time to be slapped across the face by a rapidly approaching Fiona Hughes.

"You little bitch! How dare you run away!" Fiona Hughes’s voice was piercing.

Clutching her stinging cheek, Vivian Quincy couldn’t take it anymore. "I did what you told me to do. What more do you want?"

"President King said you were never at the hotel! He waited for four hours and he’s furious! You get back up there right now, or I’ll break your legs!" Fiona Hughes commanded, pointing a finger at Vivian Quincy’s nose.

Vivian Quincy was stunned. "Impossible! I was just... I already..."

"Already what? President King still hasn’t even seen you! Are you trying to lie and say you already met with him?!" Fiona Hughes paused, her gaze suddenly turning vicious...

She lunged forward and ripped open Vivian Quincy’s collar. Bright red, glaring marks covered her shoulder. Fiona Hughes trembled with rage. "You, Vivian Quincy! How dare you go behind my back with some other man! Shameless!"

Fiona Hughes’s face twisted with fury as she landed another hard slap across Vivian Quincy’s face. "Your sister doesn’t have money to study abroad, so you’re going to figure it out! Don’t you dare come out until you’ve earned 500,000!"

Fuming, Fiona Hughes dragged Vivian Quincy back to the Quincy family home.

With a cold expression, Wanda Quincy locked Vivian Quincy in her room and turned to Fiona Hughes. "Mom, how could Vivian Quincy do something like this? What about my tuition fee for studying abroad?"

Fiona Hughes was also grinding her teeth in anger at that little bitch. Seeing Wanda’s aggrieved, tearful face, she said, "Don’t worry, Wanda. It’s only 500,000. I’ll contact a doctor right now to perform a ’restoration surgery’ on Vivian Quincy. Mommy won’t let you be wronged."

"You’re the best, Mom." Wanda Quincy leaned against Fiona Hughes’s chest, overjoyed, then added plaintively, "But I heard studying abroad costs a lot of money. 500,000 is just a one-time fee. I’m afraid I won’t even have the money to come back and visit you..."

"Then we’ll make Vivian Quincy get a job that pays fast. All the money she earns will be deposited into your account." Fiona Hughes made up her mind. She absolutely could not let that Vivian Quincy ruin her precious daughter’s future.

Wanda Quincy smiled in triumph. ’A job that pays fast... what else could that be? As long as Vivian Quincy does it, she’ll never be able to turn her life around. She’ll be stuck in the filthy mud forever, looking up at me, high above!’

Wanda Quincy’s mood soared. Just as she and her mother were discussing where to go to celebrate, the sound of urgent footsteps interrupted their conversation.

Dozens of men in black suits surrounded the Quincy family home. Then, a well-dressed young man, flanked by numerous bodyguards, strode toward them.

Inside, Fiona Hughes and Wanda Quincy were intimidated by such a grand display. "Who are you looking for?" they asked in alarm.

The young man gave them a polite glance and asked, "Excuse me, are you the Miss Quincy who spent the night in room 797 of The Imperial Saint Hotel?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The Imperial Saint Hotel—that was where President King was staying last night! But his room was 767!

Fiona Hughes subconsciously glanced at Wanda Quincy before telling the young man, "You have the wrong person."

Caden Chandler held out a student ID card. "This was left in my president’s suite last night. The president drank too much, mistook her for someone else, and accidentally..." He let his words trail off.

Wanda Quincy never imagined that Vivian Quincy would accidentally sleep with a major CEO. Her fists, hidden by her sides, clenched tightly as she forced a strained, fake smile.

She took the student ID, opened it, and saw that the information was incomplete and there was no photo. "This is mine," she said, "but who is your president?"

"Jasper Ford," Caden Chandler said, his tone full of admiration.

Wanda Quincy froze, asking in astonishment, "Jasper Ford, the president of Imperium Group?"

"Yes. The president never likes to be indebted to anyone. He will give you a satisfactory resolution for what happened last night. Please wait for our news, Miss Quincy."

With that, Caden Chandler left with his entourage of bodyguards.

Wanda Quincy staggered and collapsed onto the sofa, her frail body trembling slightly. ’This... How could this happen!’

Seeing her daughter’s pale face, Fiona Hughes asked, confused, "What’s this Imperium Group? Why haven’t I heard of it? Are they a big deal?"

The man in charge of Imperium Group? ’A big deal’ didn’t even begin to describe him.

Wanda Quincy was going mad with jealousy. "Jasper Ford is the eldest son of the Ford Family, the most prominent family in the city! He founded Imperium Group at nineteen and, in just five short years, transformed Crestfall into a commercial empire, into Imperia!"

’From the way that man was talking, Vivian Quincy must have gone into the wrong room, and now Jasper Ford is going to compensate her. Doesn’t that mean she’s about to strike it rich!’

’No! I absolutely cannot let Vivian Quincy have that opportunity!’

Wanda Quincy frantically grabbed Fiona Hughes. "Mom, we absolutely cannot let the Ford Family find out about Vivian Quincy’s existence! We have to get rid of her!"