Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Your Happy Days Are over

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and a gust of wind blew up, lifting Vivian's white clothes and black hair. Accompanied by her cold voice, she looked like a ghost.

Nancy covered her ears and screamed. She pushed away the two people behind and ran in stumblingly.

Danny was frightened and looked at Vivian in a daze. "I didn't harm you. Don't come to me..."

In fear, he grabbed the cobblestone next to him and threw it at Vivian. Vivian raised her hand to catch it accurately. She narrowed her eyes, aimed at Danny's head, and threw it over.

There were three screams, and the other two people standing at the door were so shocked that they almost couldn't stand still when they saw the blood dripping from Danny's head.

Danny covered his head, feeling as if his head was about to crack. When he touched it, it was covered in blood. A pair of black high-heeled shoes slowly walked towards him.

He raised his head hastily, looked into Vivian's cold eyes, and finally came to his senses. "You are still alive..."

Vivian stood in front of him and looked at this man. He was very attentive when chasing her, but later he wanted to kill her with his own hands because of profit. There was no light in Vivian's cold eyes.

"Danny Parker." After three years, she called out his name again. "I'm sorry that your happy days are coming to an end."

Three years ago, he and Nancy joined forces to trick her into climbing a mountain and push her off the cliff to create the illusion that she slipped and fell off the cliff. She didn't die, but that didn't mean they were innocent.

They would pay back sooner or later.

She would settle matters with them.

On this day, there was a mess in Rose Manor.

After Vivian came back, she asked a construction team to clean out her parents' room and her room. As for Bruce and Nancy's things, she threw them all out.

"My jewelry, my clothes, my bags... What are you doing?"

Seeing her precious treasures thrown away like garbage by the construction team, Nancy pointed at Vivian angrily. "Are you crazy? I have lived here for three years."

Vivian sat on the sofa at the side, leisurely flipping through the current personnel list of Nelsen Manor. She didn't even bother to look at Nancy.

"You lived in my room for three years. No wonder there is garbage everywhere."

She turned her head and said to the construction team, "Clean it carefully. Don't leave any garbage. You don't need to pay for things that are broken. I just want it to be clean."

"No problem." The construction team was even more relentless after receiving this order. In the eyes of rough men like them, those brand-name bags were no different from grocery shopping bags, and they were all thrown out.

Nancy was furious. "Get your dirty hands off! Don't touch my bags!"

She was waving her hands and was about to scratch them. Vivian became impatient and pulled down the bed curtain to wrap Nancy. She tied her to the chair and blocked her mouth with socks, and it was immediately quiet.

It took an afternoon to restore her and her parents' rooms to their original state. Vivian gave the construction team a lot of money and asked them to leave.

When Bruce came back, he saw all the antique jades in his collection thrown in the corridor, and he almost cried. "Why are they here? Who did this?"

Nancy had just been untied, and threw herself into her father's arms. She pointed at Vivian tearfully and complained. "Dad, she did it! She threw all our things out!"

Bruce looked at Vivian, and his eyes were very unfriendly. "Vivian, what do you mean?"

"Help you move."

Vivian stood at the top of the stairs with arms folded, staring lazily at them. "Uncle Bruce, this house is my father's private property. Do you want to grab this from me? If it spreads, it will damage your reputation."

Bruce gritted his teeth. Back then, he was the one who set his sights on Rose Manor, but he didn't have enough funds at that time, so Bradon bought it. He had coveted this manor for a long time, and he couldn't wait to move in after Vivian died.

He squeezed a smile out of his fat face. "Vivian, we are a family. I am the chairman of Nelsen Group now, and I am used to living in Rose Manor..."

"Habits can be changed."

Vivian interrupted him with a flat expression and a gentle voice. "The chairman can also be changed. Uncle Bruce, if you want to resign, I can arrange it."