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Willow’s face instantly paled. She bit her lip, her voice suddenly shrill. “How is that possible! You must have used some cheap, underhanded tricks, you bitch!”
I was about to explain when she suddenly shrieked and lunged at me, her palm aimed for my face.
The next second, that round, white furball in the corner shot out like lightning.
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It viciously bit her wrist.
Willow screamed, stumbled back several steps, and plopped onto the floor.
I instinctively reached out, wanting to help her up.
But the front door was kicked open with a loud bang.
Damien Blackwood stood in the doorway, his face cold.
“Stella Stewart, how dare you incite this beast to harm Willow?”
Damien’s dark eyes swept over Snowball, finally settling on me, his lips forming a thin, cold line.
“I said, anyone who harms Willow deserves to die.”
“Why are you all just standing there?”
His next words, spoken with menacing intensity, shattered all my illusions.
“Throw this beast into the shredder!”
The two bodyguards at the door immediately responded, lunging forward and seizing Snowball by his small neck.
Snowball’s eyes were filled with terror and rage, his four paws desperately struggling, but he couldn’t break free from the men’s thick arms.
My heart leaped to my throat, and I screamed, “Stop!”
But a bodyguard held me firmly in place, unable to move.
“Mr. Blackwood, it was Miss Hayes who came here to insult my young mistress! Snowball only bit her in defense!” one of the maids spoke up for me.
“Nonsense!” Willow clutched her hand, her voice choked with tears. “She deliberately raised a mad dog to hurt me!”
Damien cast a cold glance at me, then bent down to help the fallen Willow.
“Get rid of this mad dog, now.”
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Snowball was lifted into the air, his neck visibly twisting.
My heart turned cold. I didn’t think twice, I just wanted to snatch Snowball back from their cruel
hands.
“Damien Blackwood! Snowball was just protecting me! Willow was the one who provoked first, she
was the one who struck out-”
But he didn’t even look at me, casually tossing Snowball aside.
Snowball twitched twice on the ground, his neck went limp, and then he was still.
I knelt there, stunned, painful images flickering in my mind.
In the previous life, Damien had been just as heartless. He bribed a vet, and Snowball was treated like a lab animal, dying on a cold, sterile table.
I bit down hard on my lower lip, swallowing back my sobs.
“Damien Blackwood, you can’t even tolerate the dog I raised since I was a child?” I clenched my fists, my voice hoarse.
But Damien was dismissive.
“Stella Stewart, I’ve already shown you mercy by sparing your life. Don’t push your luck.”
“My heart has always belonged to Willow alone. If you dare to bother her again, you’ll be the next
one to die.
Damien put his arm around Willow and left without looking back.
I lowered my head, my fingernails digging into my palms.
Willow looked back and glared at me, her lips curling with disdain and triumph.
Damien probably didn’t know that he hadn’t just killed Snowball; he’d also killed his last hope for life.
Forget inheriting the family business; he’d be lucky if the Grim Reaper granted him another month.
Snowball’s body was already stiff. I trembled as I cradled him, digging a grave in the yard.
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From childhood, only Snowball had always stayed by my side. Even in the previous life, tortured to
death, he never let go of my hand.
Tears streamed down my face, splashing onto the soil.
At that moment, the pain was so intense even breathing hurt.
“Need a hand?”
I looked up, meeting Julian Vance’s dark, kind eyes.
At yesterday’s banquet, besides Damien being bitten by a venomous snake, Julian had also been
poisoned.
In my last life, my heart was entirely focused on Damien. I cut my wrist and bled to save him, which led to Julian not receiving timely treatment and dying from the poison.
But yesterday, I had someone deliver the special antidote made from my blood to Julian in advance. He took it immediately after being bitten, which is why he survived.
I wiped the tears from my face.
I spoke with utter seriousness.
“Julian Vance, interested in a deal?”
“I’ll help you ruin Blackwood Inc., and you marry me.”
