C2 Sneak Attack

"What did you say?" Westley questioned, unsure if he had heard correctly.

"From this moment on, we have no connection whatsoever!"

Olivia didn't wait for a response, her expression cold as she strode towards the door.

"Jerk. Drop dead!"

Aimee rolled her eyes and hurled insults at Westley before dashing off after her sister. "Sister, wait up for me!"

"Don't go, just hear me out..." Westley rose to his feet, intending to follow Olivia.

But suddenly...

His complexion turned ashen, and sweat poured down like syrup.

An excruciating pain spread through his abdomen, like a relentless storm impossible to withstand.

"Why now of all times?"

Westley's reaction was a mix of disbelief and forced humor as he shakily reached for his clothes.

From his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette box and flipped it open to reveal a small, black cloth bundle.

He unfolded the cloth, exposing nine gleaming gold needles of various lengths.

Selecting the two longest needles, he took a deep breath and plunged them into two points on his head.

The Fengchi Acupoint and Baihui Acupoint!

It was madness.

He had targeted two of the body's most lethal acupoints!

Westley's roar echoed to the heavens.

Veins on his neck bulged like twisted tree roots, threatening to burst.

His eyes were bloodshot, pupils narrowed, and within his agonized gaze lay a chilling resolve.

He resembled a fierce deity from ancient lore.

Savage and merciless!

Simultaneously, mysterious white mist began to seep from his body, enveloping him in its embrace.

Outside the hotel.

Aimee, panting heavily, finally caught up with Olivia.

"Sister, we've got solid evidence this time. When dad returns, we'll show it to him, and he won't be able to shield Westley any longer," Aimee said, elated.

"I just hope he agrees to the divorce settlement," Olivia stated with conviction.

The thought of living with someone she felt nothing for was unbearable to Olivia.

Divorce was the only option.

"So, you're just going to let him off the hook?" Aimee pouted.

"I'll provide him with a financial settlement, enough for a lifetime," Olivia declared, her brow furrowed in a cool resolve.

"Why should he? Since you two got married, he hasn't spent a dime on food or clothes. We've treated him more than fairly."

Aimee was visibly upset. "He cheated on you behind your back. We should definitely throw him out," she insisted.

Olivia remained silent, turning to gaze steadily at Aimee.

Feeling self-conscious, Aimee touched her ear and asked, "Why are you staring at me like that? Did I get something wrong?"

"Did you orchestrate what just happened?" Olivia inquired.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand!" Aimee's eyes darted about nervously, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt uncontrollably.

"You've always gotten fidgety when you lie, ever since we were little."

Olivia spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, her gaze piercing and clear.

After a tense moment, Aimee gathered her courage and confessed, "Yes! I planned it all!"

She hesitated, watching Olivia's face grow stern, and quickly fell silent.

After some time, she ventured cautiously, "Sis, you're not going to hold this against me, are you?"

Olivia let out a sigh and shook her head. "No, I know you did it for me," she said.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Aimee patted her chest and beamed. "I was afraid you'd be mad at me once you knew the truth, and all my efforts would've been for nothing. But Amy—she's got some serious acting chops."

"Who's Amy?"

"She's the girl who was flirting with Westley, my classmate," Aimee replied with glee.

"And her..." Olivia trailed off, uncertain.

Aimee laughed. "Amy's too clever to fall for a loser like Westley."

Olivia glanced toward the hotel and sighed, "Well, it seems he was smart enough not to follow us."

"He's the one who messed up. Why would he dare to chase after us?" Aimee's grin widened with satisfaction.

The plan was flawless, a testament to her genius that only she could have devised!

"I've got things to handle at the company, and you should head to class," Olivia said before making her way to the red Ferrari parked by the curb.

"Wait," Aimee called out abruptly.

"What is it?" Olivia turned to ask.

"If he showed up, would you really marry him?" Aimee asked, mustering her courage.

At this, Olivia's icy facade finally showed a ripple of emotion.

The man she had waited for so long!

The one she was prepared to wait a lifetime for!

Suppressing the tumult of her feelings, Olivia nodded without hesitation. "Yes!"

With that, she strode toward the Ferrari.

Aimee watched the car shrink into the distance, exhaling a heavy sigh.

"He saved you just once. Is he really worth such a long wait? Besides, you never even got a clear look at him..." she whispered to herself.

An hour later, in Room 402.

Westley inhaled deeply, and the mist enveloping him transformed into a stream of energy that he absorbed into his body.

His limbs and bones crackled, settling back into a state of tranquility.

Upon opening his eyes, a dazzling golden light flickered briefly within them.

To the observant eye, Westley's gaze was chilling, filled with a fierce intent to kill.

"Three years ago, I was betrayed and surrounded by enemies. The rest of the Hidden Dragon Squad perished, and I was left gravely injured, my meridians, Dantian, and Qihai all destroyed, my cultivation base lost!" Westley's voice was thick with emotion.

"The world thought I was dead, but I survived, among the bodies of my fallen brothers!"

"Today, I've finally managed to repair all my meridians and restore my Dantian and Qihai."

"Dexter, Rock, Shadow..." Tears streamed down Westley's cheeks as he uttered eight names in one breath.

These eight were his loyal subordinates, the core elite of the Hidden Dragon Squad, and more importantly, they were his brothers-in-arms.

"I swear, I will exact vengeance for all of you!"

His voice boomed like thunder.

Westley gripped his fists tightly and eased himself into a seat, his gaze fixed on the divorce agreement as he struggled to steady his emotions.

Indeed, he had become a son-in-law living with his wife's family—a role he had adopted to hide his true identity after his injury.

He had never been intimate with his stunning wife, Olivia.

But that didn't particularly bother Westley.

All he needed to do was fulfill his three-year obligation, then he could walk away from the Rogers Family.

Unexpectedly, the Rogers sisters had taken it upon themselves to scheme and hasten his departure.

"They've exerted so much effort into this plot; it can't be just about a divorce agreement," he thought to himself.

After a moment of contemplation, Westley shredded the agreement into confetti.

A cold smile crept across his face. "I'm rather intrigued to see what other schemes they have up their sleeves."