Chapter 2

The bodyguards had never seen anything like it, and they backed up a few steps on instinct.

After a long moment, one of them finally stammered, "D-don't think you can get away just because you're strong! Today... today we're dragging you back, no matter what."

They pulled out their collapsible batons and charged at me.

I rolled my eyes at them. "Tsk... what a bunch of losers, using weapons to beat up a frail little woman like me."

Then I clapped my hands.

Almost at once,

more than twenty burly men stepped out of the shadows.

Before the bodyguards could even react, they were pinned to the ground.

Right after that, a bald man covered in dragon and tiger tattoos stepped up

and said eagerly, "Boss Lady... these losers are down. What are your orders?"

I glared at him, jumped up, and flicked him hard on the forehead.

"Jake Donovan! How many times do I have to tell you before it sinks in? Don't call me Boss Lady. Call me Your Majesty!"

Jake rubbed his head and apologized. "Sorry, Boss Lady... I mean... sorry, Your Majesty... What are your orders?"

I glanced toward the Sinclair hospital and let out a cold laugh. "Take these guys back first. And remember, collect all their phones. If Gregory Sinclair calls, make sure you tell him you've caught me and locked me up in the Sinclair basement."

Jake looked at me, confused. "Your Majesty... it's just the Sinclair family. Why not have the guys storm their place and be done with it? Why go through all this trouble?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "What the hell do you know? If I let my scumbag dad die that easily, everything I suffered in my last life would've been for nothing..."

"Uh... Your Majesty's right... I'll take them back now..." Jake said awkwardly, then turned and had the guys knock out the howling bodyguards and haul them back to the hideout.

As he walked, he muttered, "Looks like the Boss Lady's crazy streak is acting up again..."

My ears pricked up. I kicked him square in the butt. "Cut the damn gossip and go get it done!"

In my past life, on this very day, Gregory had me dragged onto the operating table by force, and they took one of my kidneys for my brother, who had kidney failure.

After the surgery, he didn't give me any care at all. He just turned around and dumped me in a run-down warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

When my body was found, he even put on a show of grief. "If only I'd paid more attention to her."

He even told the police, "After the surgery, I transferred her ten million dollars and sent her back to her adoptive mother's place. If she died out of nowhere, it has to be that woman. She killed her for the money and covered it up."

My adoptive mother had never been in good health, and the outrage was more than she could take. She couldn't catch her breath.

She died right there at the police station.

In the end, the ten million went full circle and landed back in the hands of my scumbag parents.

And my dear brother with kidney failure went on, with my kidney inside him, to marry his rich-girl fiancée and live the high life.

Thankfully, heaven had eyes and gave me a second chance at life.

I was reborn on the day my adoptive mother found me and brought me home.

For fifteen years, I relied on the memories of my past life, and on my rage,

to bring every underground faction in Chicago under my control.

And the company I founded was worth a hundred times more than the Sinclair Group.

It's fair to say that if I wanted to crush the Sinclair Group, it would be easier than crushing an ant.

But I never made a move.

Because I wanted them to truly taste what it feels like to be unable to live and unable to die.

I took a deep breath and forced down the rage boiling in my blood.

Looking toward the Sinclair building, I curled my lips into an icy smile. "Gregory Sinclair, are you all ready? I've crawled back from hell to collect what you owe me!"