And he had immediately granted her wish. Julian Blackwood's face went pale. He remembered that day was his and my fifth anniversary. He was tenderly putting a ring on my finger. But because Serena Vance had texted saying her depression was acting up and she wanted to die, he had made an excuse and left. < And he had given me the wrong ring. So that day, I had already discovered his affair with Serena Vance? Julian Blackwood continued to listen, hearing Serena Vance say she wanted to be with him publicly. So, under the guise of making up for our fifth anniversary, he had Serena Vance wear a mask and appear in public. Later, Serena Vance had said she wanted to be intimate with him in front of me, so he had actually brought her home and even drugged me, doing it behind me... Later, after I reminded him, he finally swapped the rings back. But why was he still hearing what happened that day at the nightclub through the ring? Surely the ring was on my hand then, and I wasn't at the nightclub that day... No! Julian Blackwood's heart sank violently. He looked at the blood on the ring and remembered the madam's back, which resembled mine. He remembered his hesitation, wanting to confirm further, but Serena Vance had interrupted him with her tears. His face was ashen. He didn't dare to think, but the thought spread like wildfire, threatening to consume his heart. The so-called "madam" that day could very well have been me! "Investigate! Investigate, now!" Julian Blackwood's knuckles were white, his eyes bloodshot. "Mr. Blackwood, we found it. That day at the nightclub... it really was Ms. Hayes." The truth was quickly laid before Julian Blackwood. There was surveillance footage of the day I was knocked unconscious and taken away from the mansion entrance. 12:40 pm PD DD < It wasn't until night that I returned to the mansion, bruised and limping, my hair crudely cut short, and my cheongsam stained with shocking blood. Soon after, I left the mansion with a small suitcase. When I left, my gaze was resolute. I didn't look back once. Julian Blackwood's hand trembled as he traced my image on the screen, his eyes red-rimmed, tears falling. "I'm sorry, Summer. You were my treasure, and I... I actually hurt you..." Ninety-nine lashes, all delivered by his hand! He had even ordered his men to drug me and bring 100 beggars... Julian Blackwood suddenly clutched his chest, his heart aching as if it were being flayed alive. If he had known it was his Summer, he would never have done such a thing! He would rather hurt himself than harm his Summer in the slightest... Overwhelmed with guilt, Julian Blackwood suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling an agony that made him wish for death. He forced himself to ask, "Has Summer's new identity been found?" He was wrong, utterly wrong! He had to go and bring Summer back. "We... we can't find it." The assistant lowered his head, not daring to look at him. "They said it's Ms. Hayes's personal privacy and cannot be disclosed." Julian Blackwood was somewhat taken aback. With his power, finding someone should not have been difficult. Such an excuse about privacy only meant that someone didn't want him to know my new identity. 2:40 pm P DDD < And that person's power was on par with his, or even superior. That's why the office dared not offend them and refused to disclose the information. Julian Blackwood found it unbelievable. My family background was ordinary. I once had some design talent and a few connections in the design world. But I no longer designed, and my greatest role was that of Mrs. Blackwood. Only three days had passed since I left. Who would protect me, and who *could* protect me? As his gaze shifted, the assistant who had gone to investigate Serena Vance also returned. Looking at the stacks of evidence before him, Julian Blackwood's face lost all warmth. The surrounding aura turned chillingly cold. It turned out that the entire story of me kidnapping her to the nightclub was a play Serena Vance had orchestrated herself. She had been perfectly fine during those days she was "missing." There was no torturing madam, and no men humiliating her. Yet, the ones who took me were indeed people sent by Serena Vance. She had deliberately misled him, wanting him to torture me with his own hands. That poisonous woman! As for her depression, it was a fake report bought from a doctor. Her feigned illness was merely to gain his sympathy. Julian Blackwood let out a cold laugh, a morbid chill in his eyes. He would find me. That might take some time. But settling the score with Serena Vance, and getting justice for me a thousandfold, could begin now! 12:40 pm P DDD Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!