An hour later, a bus lurched to a halt at the corner of Youth Road. Tired and sore, Ruthanne Forrest stumbled off the bus, only to be greeted by a startling sight of rubble, debris, and a slew of demolition signs littered everywhere. She hastily walked through the alley and soon arrived at a sole, intact holdout that stuck out like a sore thumb. Not only was the place a casino, but it was also her home. Sadly, the once bustling neighborhood had become a ghost town, with residents moving out because of their crippling gambling debts and forced relocation. However, Ruthanne had no time for sentimentality. After all, she had a more important task at hand. With that, she took a deep breath and walked into the living room, her body still covered with hickeys from the night before. “Dad, Mom, I’ve already followed your orders and accompanied Mr. Jenner last night. Will you please help Grandma now?” Even though the middle-aged couple in front of her were her biological parents, Ruthanne felt nothing more than a deep-seated hatred toward them. Twenty-two years ago, she and her twin sister, Marianne Forrest, were ushered into the world. Ruthanne was only four minutes younger, but according to a fortune-teller who had analyzed her birth chart, he was sure she’d bring misfortune to everyone in the family. As a result, she was barely a day old when her parents cruelly sent her away to live with her grandmother in the countryside, and neither parent even cared if she was included in the family’s household registry. Alas, now that her grandmother had fallen gravely ill, Ruthanne had no other option but to beg her parents for help. Upon hearing her daughter’s request, Janice Herbert stood up and splashed her cup of coffee on Ruthanne’s face. “I can’t believe you still have the guts to return!” she fumed. “Didn’t I tell you to keep Mr. Jenner company? Why did you sleep around with some other guy instead? Our family’s ruined because of you! How are we supposed to repay the one hundred million gambling debt now? You stupid, shameless b*tch!” The next second, Janice gave Ruthanne a tight slap. Having failed to dodge the assault, the latter felt the full brunt of it, causing her to see stars and her cheek to turn red and swollen. W-What did she mean? Did I not spend the night with Mr. Jenner? Who was that man, then? Just then, Marianne’s voice suddenly rang out. “Dad, Mom, come out now! Mr. Jenner’s here! Let go of me, Mr. Jenner… I have nothing to do with this! It was all Ruthanne’s idea! Why don’t you take your anger out on her? Please…” Ruthanne instinctively turned her head, only to spot an angry, pot-bellied older man dragging Marianne into the house. Her brow instantly knitted into a frown. Huh? That is Mr. Jenner? By then, Ruthanne was like a cat on hot bricks, but before she could react, someone pushed her from behind till she staggered toward Hunter Jenner. Seconds later, her father, Anson Forrest, spoke up. “Please calm down, Mr. Jenner. You’ve made a mistake. This other daughter of mine was supposed to accompany you last night, not Marianne!” A glint immediately flashed across Hunter’s eyes as he leered at the beautiful twin sisters. “I don’t care! You made me wait in vain for an entire night! You guys still owe me one hundred million, so if you can’t pay up, you’ll have to sell your daughters to me!” he thundered before grabbing Ruthanne. Anxious, Janice hastily sank to her knees and begged, “Ruthanne and Marianne look identical, Mr. Jenner. Why would you need them both? We can give you Ruthanne, but can you please let Marianne off? She’s our favorite daughter! Please have mercy!” Ruthanne, on the other hand, couldn’t believe her ears. My goodness… Am I just a joke to them? Why does it sound like Marianne’s their only daughter? What about me? It’s bad enough that my own parents are selling me to pay off their debts, but it’s even worse that they’re saying all this in front of me. Argh! The only person they care about is my identical sister, Marianne! As Ruthanne glanced at the greasy, disgusting Hunter, she suddenly felt a wave of nausea. No, no, no. I refuse to go with a man like him! I have to save myself! After wiping her tears away, a determined Ruthanne twisted herself free from Hunter’s grip and hightailed it out of the house. “Come back here, Ruthanne Forrest! I won’t clean up this mess for you! You stupid b*tch!” Marianne yelled as she chased after her sister. Sh*t. I can’t let Ruthanne escape! Otherwise, I’ll be the unfortunate one stuck serving Mr. Jenner for the rest of my life! Meanwhile, a fancy Rolls-Royce Cullinan had turned onto Youth Road and was slowly cruising down the stretch. Ballard quickly pulled up a photo on his phone and showed it to Theodoric. “Mr. Lasker, we’ve just received this screenshot from the hotel’s surveillance footage. The woman in it should be the one you’re looking for.” Upon hearing that, Theodoric fixed his gaze on the screen. The woman in the screenshot had an angelic face and big doe eyes that seemed to carry a hint of panic. Her hair only reached her collarbones, but it was enough to accentuate her long, slender neck. Wow. Fifteen years may have passed, but this woman hasn’t changed at all… She’s just the grown-up version of the girl in my memory. “Mr. Lasker, should I give the orders to search the area?” Ballard asked as the Rolls-Royce Cullinan drove into the rubble-strewn alley and stopped at the casino’s entrance. Just then, a petite woman fled out the door, and Theodoric couldn’t help but let his gaze fall on her. The next second, his eyes lit up. “Mr. Lasker?” “The search won’t be necessary.” “Oh?” “I’ve found her.” With that said, Theodoric stepped out of the car and strode coolly toward the woman.