Part 3Hidden Fortune In Junkyard

Caught off guard, I was covered, stumbled, and fell to the ground.

The next second, punches rained down on me.

I groaned in pain, clutching the vase tightly, refusing to let go.

Time ticked by, and my breath grew weaker.

The attacker took the opportunity, violently tearing off the sack, trying to snatch the vase from my hands.

I let out a low growl like a cornered beast, finding strength from somewhere, and bit hard into the person's hand.

“Ah!” Mark Randysek’s face instantly twisted in pain. He forcefully pulled his hand back, a piece of flesh actually torn off by my bite.

Mark Randysek instantly erupted in fury, roaring at the people beside him.

“Damn it! I’m going to beat him to death today! Grab him now!”

Hearing this, two men efficiently seized me, holding me firmly. Mark Randysek cursed, then violently kicked my knee.

With a sickening “snap,” I felt my bone shatter. My knees slammed hard against the rough stones, making a cringe-inducing sound.

My teeth chattered from the pain, cold sweat drenched my body, leaving me feeling like I’d just been pulled from water.

“Mark Randysek, I don’t understand why you would do this to me.”

My face was pale, my lips trembling, as I painfully forced out these words.

“You only have yourself to blame.”

Mark Randysek looked at me like I was a freak, as if baffled by such a foolish question, explaining as if it were obvious.

“Blame yourself for being useless, for not being able to hold onto your inheritance.”

“I went against Mr. Heuston so many times for you, all because I wanted a promotion and a good life.”

“Now Mr. Heuston is in power. If I don’t show him my loyalty, how am I supposed to get by in the conglomerate?!”

Under the intense pain, my consciousness gradually blurred.

In a haze, I recalled Mark Randysek's indignant expression when he first learned of Austin Heuston’s existence.

“Damn it! That bastard illegitimate son killed the old lady and still has the nerve to come to the company? Don’t worry, boss, I won’t let him off easy. I’ll make him pay for you!”

After that, Mark Randysek and Austin Heuston were at loggerheads. He cursed Austin Heuston’s dubious origins more than once, humiliating him in public.

I thought Mark Randysek was fiercely loyal to me, and I was deeply touched, treating him even more like a younger brother.

“Well, well, the quality isn’t bad. Hoping to make a comeback with this, huh? Good thing Mr. Heuston is prescient and gave me this chance to redeem myself.”

A triumphant, boastful voice reached my ears, and I jolted awake.

The vase had been snatched by Mark Randysek at some point.

“No!” I watched the vase teetering precariously in Mark Randysek’s hand, reaching out fearfully.

“Letting you off for old times’ sake isn’t out of the question.”

Mark Randysek chuckled, unconcealed malice swirling in his eyes, feigning understanding as he suggested.

“How about you eat this piece of trash, and I’ll give the vase back to you?”

I lowered my head, gritting my teeth, my body involuntarily trembling.

In a matter of seconds, Mark Randysek lost patience. He abruptly grabbed the vase, clearly about to smash it down hard.

“I’ll eat it.”

I squeezed out two words through clenched teeth, my hands trembling as I picked up the foul-smelling garbage, forcing myself to swallow it despite the nausea.

The surroundings immediately erupted in boisterous laughter that almost tore the roof off.

Mark Randysek stifled his laughter, recording the video.

The next instant, with a “smash,” Mark Randysek flicked his wrist, and the vase fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

“Oops, my bad, it slipped.”

My eyes burned with fury. I was about to lunge at Mark Randysek to fight him to the death.

Mark Randysek easily kicked me, exhausted, to the ground.

“Mr. Heuston and Ms. Vance’s wedding reception is in seven days. If you don’t show up, you know the consequences.”

I lay on the ground, gasping for breath like a dead dog, as Mark Randysek knelt down and slapped a beautifully designed invitation onto my face, threatening me.

“Come on, the billionaire’s son is eating trash. Even dogs wouldn’t eat what the billionaire’s son is eating. We won’t compete with the billionaire’s son; let him eat his fill. We’re going for a fancy dinner!”

It wasn't until their figures completely disappeared that my eyes suddenly narrowed.

The scattered vase shards lay nearby, but I didn't spare them a single glance. Instead, I carefully felt my pocket.