True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

After leaving the Robinson family, Winnie took Ghost Baby to Catherine’s house. 

As they reached the top of the staircase, they saw a scene straight out of a gangster movie. Two thugs were pounding on the Lester family’s door, hollering threats like they were auditioning for a terrifying mob flick. 

“You bitches think you can hide in there, and everything will just blow over? Who gave you the nerve to take this to court? Smarten up and drop the charges, or we’ll make every day of your life a living hell!” 

No question about it. These goons took orders from the Quentin family. 

Although Kathryn was in some bullying scandal, considering she was a minor at the time, she was likely to get off with a slap on the wrist, maybe probation at worst. 

But Hans got involved in something much darker, assaulting a minor, and with the internet blowing up about it, the court wouldn’t let this one slide. 

The Quentin family had been worried from the get–go that Hans would take the blame for Catherine’s miscarriage, so they had jumped the gun and hired some online trolls to drag her name through the mud. 

No one saw it coming that Catherine, after a year of going through madness, would bounce back and slap them with a lawsuit right off the bat. 

The Quentin family gnashed their teeth over Catherine, spewing venom online, painting their son as the devoted lover, and pining over her even in her incapacitated state but got this cold–hearted vengeance in return. 

They tried to spin the narrative again, but with the Bryant family’s legal eagle team backing them up this time and Horace throwing his weight in, the internet didn’t bite Quentin’s bait. Instead, the public outcry was against them, criticizing them to whitewash a crime. 

It was harm done, although it was out of love. 

Some even said being on Hans‘ radar was the worst luck imaginable. 

Winnie had been following all this online drama, so the scene at the door didn’t catch her off guard. 

The thugs had been cussing out for a while when they turned around to find a girl from fairytales standing right behind them. 

Their eyes lit up but soon narrowed with a wicked gleam. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you know these people?” 

Winnie’s gaze swept over them, her eyes icy cold. “I do.” 

Their smirks deepened. 

1/4 

12:16 

They’d seen Catherine before. The girl was cute and pure. No wonder she had the Quentin boy chasing his tail. 

Their boss had given them a heads–up. If Catherine was stubborn, let her have a taste of what other men were like. Maybe she’d be too exhausted to make a fuss after that. 

The goons came with that intent, and their vile thoughts only intensified when they saw Winnie. If this angelic girl also knew the Lester family, all the better. They could lock them up and have some fun. 

If anything, she’d only have herself to blame for keeping such company. Who told her to be friends with someone the Quentin family was after? 

Thinking this, one of them swaggered toward Winnie with a grin plastered on his face. 

The other stood still, calling into the house with a sinister sneer, “Come out soon, or we might have to entertain ourselves with your friend here.“– 

That tone, dripping with malice, was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl. 

Inside, Catherine was huddled with Georgina, her fingers white–knuckled around her phone, primed to call the cops. 

But then she heard Winnie’s voice. Remembering Master Bryant’s intimidating presence, her face went pale. 

Throwing caution to the wind, she grabbed a baseball bat nearby and flung the door open. 

Not to be outdone, Georgina brandished a kitchen knife and stormed out alongside her. 

The door swung open. Armed with the bat, Catherine was ready to go down swinging. 

She had been the victim once before, but not this time. She wouldn’t be the victim again. 

Georgina shared the sentiment, gripping the knife with a ferocious look in her eyes. 

“You…” But their words stuck in their throats as they saw the scene outside. 

Winnie stood there, unharmed, while at her feet, the two thugs lay sprawled out, their faces a mix of pain and terror, seemingly pinned to the ground by an invisible force. 

“Miss Winnie, are you okay?“. 

Even though Winnie looked fine, Catherine couldn’t help but ask. 

Winnie glanced at the makeshift weapons in their hands, her eyes narrowing slightly, but a faint smile played on her lips. 

“I’m fine.” She looked down at the two men on the ground, adding, “Don’t worry. The cops should be here any minute.” 

As if on cue, two uniformed officers arrived, taking in the scene with raised eyebrows. 

12:16 

Chapter th 

“Who called in a threat of assault?” 

Winnie pointed to the men on the ground. “Them.” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Though pinned down, the thugs were conscious and began to panic, babbling to the officers, 

“Officer, this girl is a witch. She’s pinned us here. Help us, please…” 

Indeed, no matter the age or job, when people see the cops, they show their respect. 

The young officers looked on with disdain. “Quiet down and get up. We need you to come to the station to make a statement.” 

The thugs looked like they were about to cry. “No, you don’t understand. We can’t get up. It’s this girl. She’s cast some spell, and we really can’t move.” 

The officers glanced at Winnie with an innocent face and then two unsavory characters on the ground. Their faces hardened. 

“Stop talking nonsense and get up.” 

Winnie subtly raised a finger as they reached down to haul the men to their feet. 

The weight that seemed to be crushing the thugs lifted Instantly, and the officers could easily pull them upright. 

The officers snorted in contempt before the thugs could grasp what had happened. 

They were faking it, after all. See? They stood up just fine. 

Without further ado, they grabbed the two thugs and left. 

As the complainant and person involved in the case, Catherine and Winnie followed to the police station. 

Besides wanting to secure a conviction for the two thugs, the goal was to indirectly expose the puppet master behind them to ensure the safety of the Lester mother and daughter.. 

Winnie believed she could handle the situation and notify the Bryant family’s lawyer. She also planned to drag the Quentin family into the mess to avoid future shenanigans.” 

Little did she know that her driver had dialed Horace’s number right after she followed the officers down to head to the precinct. 

Inside the Bright Group headquarters, Clifford, the CEO, was having a meeting with several heads of the R&D department, discussing the timeline for upcoming projects. 

Horace, one of the lead R&D managers, was in the middle of his report. 

Suddenly, his phone rang on the table. 

Almost in sync, everyone in the conference room turned their attention to the phone. 

Clifford’s brow furrowed even more. He hated distractions during meetings, and not even his 

son was exempt from his rule of keeping phones on silent. Clifford was on the verge of 

3/4 

reprimanding him, 

However, under Clifford’s thunderous glower, Horace remained unfazed as he picked up the phone. He didn’t dismiss the call. Instead, he answered it right before everyone. 

Clifford’s face darkened further, and Terrell, seated beside him, braced to douse any flames of anger that might erupt. 

Then, they all watched as Horace’s usually calm and smiling eyes suddenly narrowed with a dangerous glint upon hearing the report on the other end of the line.