Chapter 2 The One Who Strikes First Is Cheap

Mrs. White tore the report in half. "Do you think you can take The White family's fortune with a forged document? Keep dreaming."

Betty smirked. "I made plenty of copies."

Mr. White frowned. "What do you want?"

His expression remained composed, but internally, he was panicking.

Had the situation at the hospital been exposed?

Betty noticed the unease in his eyes but made no mention of the hospital.

"The White family's success in the restaurant industry today is deeply tied to the recipes my mother left before your divorce," she stated.

"She chose not to fight because she was devastated by betrayal. But as her daughter, I won't let her suffer in silence."

"The White family is worth approximately four billion. I won't ask for much-just transfer two billion into my account within three days."

Iris was so enraged by Betty's words that she momentarily forgot to maintain her composure.

"Betty, don't be shameless! My father only took pity on you because you grew up in that impoverished countryside. Without his generosity, you wouldn't even be able to step foot into The White family's home!"

Betty cast a lazy glance at her. "And who are you?"

Iris lifted her chin proudly. "I am the rightful daughter of The White family."

Betty feigned realization. "Oh, you're the clown who built up a 'genius scholar' persona with an award-winning security system?"

Iris's eyes turned red with anger. "Who are you calling a clown?"

Betty gestured at the chaos in the room. "A real genius wouldn't turn themselves into a public joke."

Iris, unable to contain her rage, raised her hand to slap Betty.

Betty easily dodged, then swiftly landed a heavy slap on Iris's face instead.

The crisp sound snapped everyone back to reality.

Iris clutched her burning cheek. "You dared to hit me?"

Betty flexed her fingers nonchalantly. "The one who strikes first is cheap."

Mrs. White screamed in rage. "You bastard! How dare you lay a hand on my daughter?"

The word "bastard" ignited a dark fire in Betty's eyes.

She grabbed a glass of red wine from the table and splashed it right onto Mrs. White's face.

"If my mother hadn't given up her position for a shameless mistress like you, the illegitimate children you birthed with a married man would be the real bastards."

The fine wine stained Iris' mother's meticulously maintained face, making her appear utterly disheveled.

Betty had never been one to be bullied without retaliation.

Since The White family dared to scheme against her with such sinister intentions, they should be prepared for her payback.

Mr. White, furious at seeing his wife and daughter suffer humiliation, roared, "Betty! Attacking people in public-do you have no regard for the law?"

Betty scoffed. "And what is the law? Explain it to me!"

Iris' mother wiped her face and sneered. "You dare act out in Mr. William's territory? Your only fate is death."

Betty turned to Henry. "Is that true?"

Henry remained poised. "You can test it out."

Betty glanced around and found a decorative baseball bat in the corner. She picked it up and weighed it in her hands.

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, she brazenly swung the bat and smashed every decoration in the room to pieces.

Her movements were smooth and effortless, like an artist at work.

By the time she finished, the once luxurious hotel suite was reduced to ruins.

Betty dusted off her hands and declared, "I tested it."

Henry, who had been observing with amusement, "..."

His bodyguards and assistants, equally stunned, "..."

The White family members were in shock.

Imperial Hotel was Mr. William's property. Causing such a scene here-Betty clearly had a death wish.

Henry, however, showed no signs of anger. Instead, he looked at her with mild interest, as if enjoying the show.

Five minutes later, the police arrived.

"We received a report of a disturbance in a public place."

Henry narrowed his eyes. Who called the cops?

Iris, still holding her bruised face, was oblivious to Henry's reaction.

She pointed directly at Betty. "I made the call! She's the one causing trouble."

Iris' mother chimed in, "That's right! She threw wine on me! Arrest her immediately!"

Seeing Betty standing there with a bat in hand, the officers quickly locked onto her as the suspect.

"Miss, drop your weapon and come with us for questioning."

Betty tossed the bat aside and flashed a smirk at Hazel. "The White family has been so generous to me. Out of courtesy, I'll make sure you pay a fitting price."

As the police escorted Betty away, Henry caught a glimpse of the sly glint in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Mr. White felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

If Betty was taken away, what would happen to his son, who was waiting for a kidney transplant at the hospital?

Mr. White swallowed his pride and turned to Henry with a forced smile.

"I must apologize for the unpleasant scene tonight, Mr. William. Betty may have committed serious offenses, but she is still my daughter."

"I beg you to show mercy and let her off just this once."

Iris' mother widened her eyes in disbelief. "How could you plead for Betty?"

Iris protested as well. "Yes, Dad! Betty has publicly insulted Mr. William! She must pay the price!"

Mr. White slapped Iris across the face. "Shut up, both of you!"

His wife and daughter were utterly shocked.

He turned back to Henry with a smile. "As long as Mr. William chooses not to press charges, I will compensate for all damages-at double the original cost."

Henry's lips curled into an enigmatic smile. "Mr. White, you have raised quite the daughter."

With that ambiguous remark, he turned and left with his entourage.

The White family was left staring at each other, unsure of what Henry's words meant.

Iris, still cradling her aching face, sobbed. "Dad, why did you hit me?"

Iris' mother also fumed. "Is that wretched girl more important than us?"

Mr. White's patience snapped. "Are you two idiots? Do you not realize that Donald is still waiting in the hospital for Betty's kidney?"

Iris' mother paled as realization dawned.

Betty's last words before being taken away-

A fitting price...

A price paid in blood-did she mean their son's life?

Iris' mother let out a terrified scream. "That wretched girl! What a ruthless scheme!"

Meanwhile, Betty sat leisurely in the interrogation room, crossing her legs with an air of confidence.

The officer taking her statement knocked on the table. "Be serious. Your crimes are enough to land you in jail."

Betty smiled playfully. "Someone will bail me out."

The officer scoffed. "You've caused over a million dollars in damages. Unless the hotel owner forgives you, you'll be paying for this for the rest of your life."

Before he could finish, another officer walked in and whispered something into his ear.

The officer's expression shifted in shock.

"He came in person?"