A broken toy? For a split second, Sylvia felt her body convulsing, prickled by numerous sharp thorns that penetrated her skin. Almost by instinct, she raised a hand and delivered a slap across Odell’s handsome face. Smack! A clear, crisp smack cut through the air. Sylvia felt her palm trembling. Her anger was what kept her going as she roared with a vengeance, "Odell, you’re the broken toy!” As soon as she said this, she felt something gripping her neck. It was Odell who grabbed her neck and pushed her against the wall behind her. His face was terrible and dark. “You hit me? How dare you hit me?” He stared at her murderously as if he wanted to drill holes into her body with his gaze. The look in Sylvia’s eyes shifted, then she braced herself and howled again, "You were the one who started it!” Odell tightened his grip in anger. Sylvia was suffocating and desperately opened her mouth to draw in large mouthfuls of air. Underneath the light, her luscious l

What was worse was that she had the guts to flirt with Tristan! How very vile! Sonia could not swallow her anger and tried to deliver another blow to Sylvia’s face. This time, Sylvia ducked to the side, so Sonia’s hand smashed against the hard surface of a wooden pillar. She immediately cried out in pain, “You! I’m going to slap the crap out of you no matter what!” Blinded with rage, she threw herself at Sylvia. That was when Tristan suddenly charged in from outside. He quickly stepped in between the two of them and helped fend off Sonia. Sonia was startled by this display. She immediately cried for justice, “Tristan, look what Sylvia just did to me!” Tristan frowned and looked at her with a vengeful glare. “Do you think I’m blind?” Besides, there were many witnesses in the studio. It was clear as day that it was Sonia who tried to fight Sylvia unprovoked. Sonia's expression shifted and she began to pout defensively. "She’s such a disgraceful woman for tryi

Tara took Odell's arm. When they got to the stairs, Sylvia and Tristan had already entered the private room they reserved. Tara looked at Odell's face and whispered to him, "Odell, could Tristan be the one who took the best private room that we were going to reserve?” Odell pursed his lips indifferently. Tara added, "This restaurant is a famous location for couples. They say that that particular private room has a reputation for successful proposals. Since Tristan is bringing Sylvia to that room, I think he’s planning to confess his love to her.” Odell's face darkened when he heard this. Tristan was going to confess to that woman? A rush of anger went to his head, but he was able to suppress that anger as quickly as it came to him. There was nothing to be angry about, especially since it was a woman he no longer cared for. However, if this woman dared to take Tristan and willingly ignore her children, then she would never get to see them again in the future!

In all of Westchester City, only Odell could best Tristan at anything. Tara refused to believe that Sylvia had no feelings for Odell. A while later, Tara regained her composure and said to Odell, “Who would have expected her to reject Tristan? Did she really just reject him because of his parents? Tristan is a great man, and based on my understanding of Sylvia, I believe it’s impossible for her not to have any feelings for him.” Odell looked at her. “Are you saying that Sylvia is playing hard to get?” His gaze looked sharper than usual. Tara thought about it and explained nervously, “I’m not saying that. I just think that she has feelings for Tristan, or else why would she have accompanied him to that ball as his partner? She said she doesn’t like you anymore, which means she’s telling Tristan that there is no one else but him. It will make Tristan think that he still has a chance.” Odell’s gaze changed. The strange suffocation that he had in his chest suddenly dispersed. H

Sylvia quickly held Aunt Tonya back before she could do anything rash. She then said to Sonia, “Sonia, Grandfather and grandmother left this place to me. If you don’t get out now, I’ll call the police.” Nonetheless, Sonia was not deterred. She said with a grin, “Who told you that those two old fags left this place to you? Did they provide you with an agreement?” Sylvia was silenced. Sonia’s grin widened when she saw the surprised look on Sylvia's face. “My father is the legitimate heir, and from today onwards, I am the owner of this house because he has given it to me.” Sylvia clenched her fists tightly. Her grandparents had repeatedly told her to come back to them if she had a hard time at the Rosses, but neither of them had set up a will before they passed away. They never would have thought that Sylvia’s own biological father would give the place that she grew up in to Sonia. With a gulp, Sylvia said, “Is that why you are here today?” “I’m here to teach you a lesso