Ensnared by Mafia, Days and Nights

Clark insisted, "Your man casually threw ten million at you yesterday to make you happy, and now you're living in this grand estate. What's wrong with giving us a hundred million?" "Exactly," Cynthia chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. "If he can keep you, he can keep others. While your sugar daddy is still interested in you, shouldn't you try to get as much as you can?" That spiteful stepmother, Fiona, added more venomously, "Giselle, you've transformed from a commoner into a swan, but don't forget the debt you owe to your father and me for raising you!" Debt for raising her?

They had the audacity to mention that after living off her grandfather's money and staying in his villa?

Their words were all sweet talk. It was clear they wouldn't give up until they got their hundred million.

Suppressing her anger, Giselle's attitude shifted dramatically. She forced a smile and said, "Wait here. I'll go get the money for you."

She pushed open the villa door, went to the utility room, and grabbed a feather duster. With the duster hidden behind her back, she stormed out of the villa.

Giselle had planned to settle this score with them since last night when Clark auctioned off her mother's jewelry.

Clark looked pleased and overjoyed, saying, "That's more like it."

Giselle smiled particularly sweetly. "How much do you need again? One hundred million, right?"

"Yes," Clark nodded eagerly. "One hundred million. Do you have that much in your account?"

Without hesitation, Giselle whipped out the feather duster and, with all her might, swung it towards Clark's face.

As she beat him, she cursed, "You want a hundred million! You greedy old scoundrel!"

Clark, caught off guard, took two solid hits before he could react. He dodged left and right, cursing, "Giselle, are you insane?!"

Cynthia and Fiona hurried to pull her away. Fiona continued to scold, "You're such an ungrateful child. What did we do to deserve a daughter like you?!"

Giselle spat back, "I'm the one cursed to have you two as leeches!"

However, she was no match for the three bullies and soon found herself at a disadvantage.

Sophie, hearing the commotion, rushed over from the adjacent yard.

When Henry returned to the villa, he saw this chaotic scene.

His beloved Giselle was brandishing a feather duster, valiantly fighting off three attackers while being overwhelmed.

Assistant Cooper, standing beside Henry, was terrified by the scene, feeling the tension in the air thickening.

Clark and Fiona were in the midst of their assault when they sensed something amiss. Fiona glanced back, initially indifferent, but then she froze in shock at the sight of Henry. Clark, still unaware, continued his tirade, "You dare hit me with a feather duster? What's wrong with your father asking for some money?"

"Stop... stop hitting," Fiona tugged at Clark's clothes, too scared to speak loudly.

"Don't pull me. Today, I'm going to teach this ungrateful girl a lesson!" Clark shouted at the top of his lungs.

The butler arrived with two male servants. The servants, professionally trained, grabbed Clark by the collar and dragged him away, tossing him aside like garbage. Clark, caught off guard, stumbled and fell onto the ground.

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The moment he saw Henry, his pupils contracted sharply, and his teeth began to chatter. "Mr. Jefferson..."

"Miss Lambert, are you alright?" The butler supported Giselle, checking her over.

Fortunately, Giselle knew how to protect herself. Though she couldn't win against three people, she hadn't let herself get injured.

Henry removed the coat draped over his arm and handed it to Assistant Cooper.

He was wearing only a black shirt, its hem tucked neatly into his tailored trousers, the lighting highlighting his lean waist, giving him an air of elegance.

His polished handmade shoes clicked on the ground as he walked over to Giselle.

His thin lips parted slightly, and in a cold, detached voice, he said, "Since when did we allow wild dogs into the estate?"