Feel At Home

Sweat...

It wound down Kelly Clark's pretty cheek, wet her clothes, and covered her thin body.

The chilling wind of early spring was biting her face.

At that moment, she already lost her feeling of the temperature.

Behind her were seven, eight brawny men in hot pursuit. The menacing gang was trying to take her life.

Kelly didn't know them.

As soon as she came here from the countryside by boat and walked out of the less-traveled pier, some people asked around with her pictures.

She was not that stupid as to believe that the Clark Family arranged her pickup.

Sure enough, those people confirmed her identity.

Then they tried to get her.

She tactfully evaded them and turned to run.

She fled like a headless chicken.

She raised her head, only to find herself at the dead-end of the canal.

"Pump it, guys, kill this chick and get paid. Wealthy lives are waving at us."

Holding an urn, Kelly turned around abruptly and scowled at those vicious men with stern eyes, "Who sent you here?"

Those men stopped one after another and looked at their caged prey.

They swaggered and slowly closed in.

"Girl, instead of staying in the countryside, you come to City W to seek your doom."

Kelly instantly narrowed her fierce eyes and forced a name out of her gritted teeth, "James Clark?"

With little reaction, those men continued to close in.

"Tsk-tsk, what a pretty face! It's a pity to kill her like this."

One man measured Kelly's body with lascivious eyes, "You haven't experienced that thing, I suppose. How about we have mercy, make you happy, and send you to hell?"

Undaunted, Kelly continued to speculate, "Rose Hill?"

The man leading the gang visibly paused and then continued to smirk, "You know the person, so what? Can you escape from us and seek revenge on her?"

So, it was really her!

Her stepmother learned about her return and set up an ambush in advance. Under the table... she wanted to murder her!

Rose, what a scheme!

The corners of her pretty mouth curved up, and her delicate face instantly looked like a blooming begonia.

"I'll have a try." She slowly untied the cloth that wrapped the urn and tied it diagonally across her back.

She let loose her ruffled long hair and pushed it back, which added charm to her innocence.

"Not bad, this girl is hot; I like it!"

Following his words, the man rubbed his hands and took more steps forward, "It's pointless to fight it, just obey me."

Kelly curled up her lips coldly and gracefully, "Oh? See if you can get me."

Provoked, the man reached out his hands and rushed to Kelly in big strides.

But before he could get close, he froze like a puppet.

Kelly swirled her wrist, and a streak of silver light flashed across the cold wind. The man was already caught, and a sharp dagger was pointing at his neck.

She slowly lifted her long eyelashes as thin as butterfly wings and darted a fierce look at the rest of the gang, "Anyone else wants a try?"

They were visibly shocked.

Never in their wildest dreams had they expected such great skills from an 18-year-old girl.

"What to do?"

"Get her! Damn, that's over one million yuan we're talking about!"

"Yeah, there are so many of us. Couldn't we beat a callow girl?"

Kelly hadn't expected Rose to spend a fortune to hire thugs. The woman didn't want her in Clark's house, thus the assassination.

Rose, it turned out you also knew fear!

While she was lost in thought, the remaining burly men attacked her at the same time.

Kelly shoved the man pinned down by her needle and turned around to deal with the gang.

She brandished her dagger and abruptly kicked one man.

Someone punched at her forcefully, and she bent down to avoid it. However, another man clutched the urn on her back.

Though strong, she was unable to attack the man behind her.

She couldn't get the upper hand.

Without further ado, she raised her hands and plunged into the icy river with the urn.

"Damn it, get that bitch, don't let her get away."

Growing up in the countryside, Kelly liked to play in the river in summer, so swimming posed no difficulty for her.

She held her breath and untied the knot from the front.

With the tension gone, she turned around swiftly and kicked the man accurately in the vital part.

The man covered his abdomen in pain.

In the nick of time, she opened her arms and swam forward like a nimble fish.

The cremation urn fell accurately into her arms.

Just then, those men jumped into the river one after another.

Losing no time, Kelly made another swift turn and swam towards the darker side of the river.

She swam for a long time and cautiously resurfaced until the noise was gone.

...

The sun in the cold wind didn't bring her any warmth, and her thin body shuddered constantly. She felt light-headed, and the view before her eyes became a white blur.

The urn was in the haven of her arms.

"Mister, mister..." An anxious cry suddenly assailed her ears, "Quick, call the doctor immediately."

Kelly slowly lifted her head, only to find herself standing in front of a resplendent private club.

A well-dressed old man was walking down the high steps. All of a sudden, his eyelids suddenly rolled, and the man fell backward.

Fortunately, a man wearing glasses was quick in reaction. From aside, he stretched his arm to the old man's back.

The old man's arms and legs were twisted and convulsing. His eyelids kept rolling up.

Oh no!

Something flashed across her mind.

Regardless of her sickness, she found by the steps a Roman stone pillar with exquisite reliefs, avoided the crowd, and gingerly put the urn down.

Then she bypassed the bodyguard who was calling the family doctor.

"Quickly lay him down flat!" She shouted to the bespectacled man who guarded the old man tightly.

With the sudden voice, the middle-aged man raised his eyes, saw a girl around 18 years old, ignored her, and snapped his gaze back.

He instructed the bodyguard, trying to carry the old man into a luxury MPV parked down the steps.

At that moment, the old man looked ashen. Veins were popping on his neck, and his teeth were clenched.

"Unbutton his collar quickly!" Kelly reached out, trying to go up.

The bespectacled man reached out to block, "Girl..."

"Do as I said if you don't want him dead!"

Her cold voice was unchallengeable, oppressive, and pushing people to obey.

While the bespectacled man was dazed, Kelly nimbly unbuttoned the collar of the old man.

"Ah..."

The old man inhaled vigorously as if he was throttled just now.

Only then was the bespectacled man convinced. In a hurry, he instructed the bodyguard to lay the old man down flat.

The manager of the club rushed over with a cushion and put it under the old man.

Before everyone could catch a breath, the old man looked ashen again, and his whole body was convulsing. His teeth were biting forcefully at his tongue.

In the nick of time, Kelly reached out her palm unhesitatingly.

"Hmm..."

A muffled grunt burst out of her nose, but she didn't flinch a bit. Her dark eyes were firm and reassuring.

"You..." The bespectacled man raised his head and looked incredulously at Kelly.

At that point, he had to look at the girl with new eyes.

Her hair was messy and randomly combed behind her head. Her clothes were half wet while her pretty face looked bloodless, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

"What are you waiting for? Rub his limbs and make his heart pump." Kelly snarled.

"Ah... oh!" Like an obedient student, the middle-aged man got the bodyguard doing the job.

With the other arm, Kelly pressed hard on the old man's chest.

A fine sweat covered her pale forehead, and her lips looked ashy.

Her pearly teeth bit her lower lip forcefully till it bled, but she was not aware.

The old man gradually quieted down and slowly lifted his heavy eyelids. His turbid eyes swiveled dully.

The seizure was finally over!

Before the smile could spread on Kelly's face, her body swayed and fell sideways.

She desperately reached out her finger and pointed in a certain direction, "The urn!"

...

"Grandma!"

She bounced up.

Regardless of her body bathed in sweat, she looked around for the urn that she held in her arms.

Only then did she find herself on a luxurious king-size bed. White gauze curtain as thin as cicada wings drooped down four pillars carved with dragon patterns. Below her, the hundreds-of-thousands worth mattress was imprinted with her figure.

On top of her was a hand-made embroidered silk quilt. It glistened and felt smooth.

Every part of this place reflected the high status and great wealth of the owner.

Kelly looked straight ahead, lifted the curtain, jumped off the bed, stood bare feet on the carpet, and searched around.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open.

"Miss, you're awake." A maid in uniform came in.

"Cremation urn, where is my urn?" There was a tinge of anxiety in her hoarse voice.

Dispossessed, she couldn't afford to lose the urn that contained her grandmother's cremains.

"Are you... looking for this?" She handed the ceramic urn to her.

Kelly paused, turned around abruptly, rushed up in surprise, and held the lost urn tightly in her arms.

"Grandma, grandma!"

It was her only treasure.

...

In the study...

A dignified old man sat behind a large desk made of Phoebe zhennan and listened to the report from a bespectacled middle-aged man.