Part 3I Transmigrated as the Mafia Heiress in a Redemption Novel

In the blink of an eye, five years passed.

I was a junior in college today, but I had already taken over parts of my father's legitimate businesses and moved into an apartment closer to campus.

But today, I received a sudden phone call from my father summoning me back home.

Sitting in the car heading back to the estate, I curled the corner of my mouth:

"Declan, I think something interesting is going to happen today."

Declan's deep eyes landed on my face, his voice low: "I will keep you safe, Miss."

I raised an eyebrow, a smile as sweet as honey on my face.

Male lead, your female lead is about to make her entrance today.

I wanted to see if the plot could still force its way back on track.

If it couldn't, I'd just have to kill you.

After all, even though my identity was technically stolen, I had worked hard for my achievements these past years. I wasn't about to hand them over to anyone.

Walking into the mansion, I immediately spotted the girl sitting next to my father.

She was wearing a pink dress, her eyes watery, clinging to my father's arm looking timid and helpless.

My father held her hand gently, but the look he gave me carried a warning. He said coldly, "Harper, this is your sister, Mia. From now on, she is the second daughter of this house. You need to take good care of her."

Mia.

Like a delicate jewel.

It seemed my father truly doted on her.

I smiled faintly, walked right up to Mia, raised my hand, and slapped her hard across the face.

Everyone in the room paled. My father immediately shielded Mia, roaring in fury, "Harper Vance, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Mia covered her face, tears sliding down her cheeks like a tragic heroine, making anyone want to pity her.

It truly was pathetic.

If I hadn't known the wild ambition hidden inside this woman, I might have been fooled too.

I raised my eyes, staring back at my father fearlessly, my voice cold:

"Father, it's one thing to hide a bastard child away, but bringing her into our home? Are you trying to humiliate me?"

My father was enraged, slamming his hand on the table. "Harper, are you trying to start a war?! How dare you speak to me like that!"

Declan instantly stepped in front of me. Seeing this, my father's face turned completely livid.

I smiled and waved my hand, and only then did Declan carefully step back behind me.

I continued, "Besides, if you brought the kid back, how could you just leave the mother out on the streets?"

As I spoke, I slowly approached Uncle Arthur, a founding member of the syndicate and my father's right-hand man.

I tossed a stack of photos right into a woman's face nearby and flashed a brilliant smile. "Aunt Evelyn, you've been having an affair with my father for all these years, and the kid is already this old. Tell me, did Uncle Arthur know about this?"