Late one winter night, he suddenly received an anonymous text message.
Attached was a massive folder packed with videos.
Julian didn’t think much of it and clicked right in.
But just a few seconds into watching, his breath hitched violently.
In the video, it was Corey herself cutting her own dress to pieces.
It was Corey who had injured herself, and it was she who had jumped off the building.
The hideous, vicious look on Corey’s face in the video made her look like a complete stranger to Julian.
He kept watching them, one by one.
Until he reached a video from five years ago, on the day of Corey’s birthday.
She was sharply instructing the human traffickers from back then.
“When you see my brother, just insist that Chloe hired you to kidnap me. Once it’s done, I guarantee you a life free of worries.”
What followed was exactly what had unfolded all those years ago.
Seeing this, it felt as though Julian’s entire world had collapsed.
So… so all these years, he had completely misunderstood Chloe?
Not only had she never bullied Corey, but it was actually Corey who had been tormenting her at every turn?
Then what exactly had he been doing to Chloe all these years?
What good were his eyes anyway?
Why didn’t he notice?
Julian’s eyes instantly turned red, and he frantically slapped his own face in a total breakdown.
It was his fault, all his fault!
But this physical pain could hardly soothe his overwhelming guilt.
Julian grabbed the small knife on the table and plunged it into his wrist.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in the hospital.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, not saying a single word.
His dutiful secretary stayed by his side the entire time.
For several days in a row, Julian just stared fixedly at the ceiling without moving an inch.
Afraid that something might go wrong with him, the secretary forced him to go outside for a walk.
Julian was like a puppet, letting the secretary maneuver him at will.
That was until a few burly men in the park pulled out a photo and asked him.
“Hey brother, have you seen this woman? The idiot in our family accidentally ran off.”
Seeing the photo, Julian’s heart gave a violent jolt.
This person was his dead sister, Chloe!
She was locked in a cage, covered in wounds, her unfocused eyes filled with utter despair.
And when I saw them, my very soul couldn’t stop trembling; these were the men who made my life a living hell.
I curled up in terror.
Julian looked again at the men standing before him.
They were not the human traffickers he had hired back then!
Back then, he only wanted Chloe to suffer a little, so he paid the traffickers a large sum of money to take Chloe away and teach her a lesson.
But why were they different people?
A flicker of life instantly returned to Julian. He waved for his bodyguards to pin these men down and drag them to the basement.
Holding a small knife, he stabbed them in the thigh with every sentence he spoke.
“Why are you looking for her?”
“Why was she in your hands?”
“If I find out you’re lying, your lives end here today.”
The men couldn’t endure more than a few stabs and confessed everything.
“It was Corey who swapped us out! She paid both groups a massive amount of money!”
They even spilled the gruesome details of what they had done to Chloe.
Julian’s soul seemed to shatter completely.
So, that time he saw her picking up cake outside the club, it was because she had just escaped their demonic clutches and was starving.
That day she was shining shoes on the yacht, was it because she needed to buy herself a burial plot?
She was so severely ill, yet he had treated her like that, exploiting her at every turn…
At this thought, Julian broke down even further.
He immediately ordered his men to find Corey.
