As Beatrice revved the engine of her sleek motorcycle, the crowd outside the Allen estate watched in stunned silence. The contrast between her rebellious attire and the elegant surroundings was stark, a deliberate provocation from the socalled fake heiress.
Maddison stood at the entrance, her face a mask of feigned concern as she watched Beatrice prepare to leave. Inside, however, she seethed with jealousy and rage. How dare Beatrice steal the spotlight and humiliate her like this?
"Beatrice, wait!" Maddison called out, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
"At least let me give you a ride to wherever you're going. It's the least I can do for my dear sister."
Beatrice glanced back at Maddison, her golden eyes piercing through the helmet visor.
Cutie: master this woman is up to no good! Humph!
Beatrice unzipped her backpack and she pulled out a gun. Maddison froze in place this gun looked real but it was actually a toy gun. Jessica, Ethan, Evan, and Isaac all rushed over.
"Madwoman!" Evan shouted.
"Oops I didn't know I was a madwoman," she said and pulled the trigger and water splashed out but Maddison screaming but after no bullet she felt so humiliated it was just a toy gun! But she put on a fake smile and Beatrice road off.
As Beatrice sped away from the Allen estate, the cool wind whipped through her silverwhite hair, carrying with it the weight of the humiliation and anger she had endured. The roar of the motorcycle engine drowned out the sound of Maddison's screams and the shocked gasps of the onlookers.
Cutie: Master, that was brilliant! The look on their faces was priceless!
Beatrice's lips curled into a smirk beneath her helmet. She had given them a taste of their own medicine, a small taste of the pain and embarrassment she had suffered at their hands.
But as the miles flew by, her thoughts turned to the Heavenly Celestial Emperor. She could feel his presence, his allseeing gaze following her even now. He would be furious when he found out about her little stunt, but for now, she reveled in the freedom of the open road.
Suddenly, a figure darted out in front of her bike. Beatrice slammed on the brakes, her heart racing as she narrowly avoided a collision.
She took off her helmet and saw an old man.
"Waaa you bullied me!" The old man shouted. Beatrice was so speechless she laughed but helped the old man up. The old man found this 17 year old girl was so beautiful has this saint holy aura around her.
"Little girl feed me food!"
Cutie: Speechless master so speechless!
{Hehehe same where!}
Cutie: Master I must do something it seems my system is going through some changes I will be gone for 48 hours would you be fine?
Cutie was worried about his master after all she has the worst temper!
Beatrice stared at the old man in disbelief, then burst out laughing. The saintly aura around her seemed to shimmer and fade as she shook her head.
"Feed you? Fine, I'll feed you, you crazy old man," she said, still chuckling. She rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a sandwich and a bottle of water.
"Here, eat this. And don't try to run in front of my bike again, or I might not be so nice next time."
The old man snatched the food greedily and began to eat, mumbling his thanks between bites. Beatrice watched him for a moment, then turned her gaze back to the road.
Cutie's sudden announcement caught her off guard. Fortyeight hours without her loyal companion? The thought made her frown.
"Fortyeight hours? What am I supposed to do without you, Cutie? I'll probably burn the whole city down," she muttered, only halfjoking.
But as she looked at the old man, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes.
The old man looked at the girl.
"So old geezer you are homeless?" She asked him.
"Little be my future granddaughter in law! I decided I chose you!" The old man shouted and ran off. Beatrice was so speechless she burst out laughing she laughed so hard her stomach hurt.
Beatrice doubled over, tears streaming down her face as she laughed at the old man's sudden declaration. The absurdity of the situation struck her as hilarious, and she couldn't help but marvel at the strange twists of fate that seemed to follow her wherever she went.
As the old man disappeared into the distance, Beatrice wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She glanced at the spot where the old man had stood, a faint smile still playing on her lips.
"Well, Cutie, I guess I've just been proposed to by a homeless man. Fortyeight hours without you is going to be interesting, indeed," she said to the empty air, knowing that her companion was gone but hoping that somehow, he might still hear her.
With a shrug, Beatrice put her helmet back on and kicked her motorcycle into gear. She had no idea what the next two days would bring, but she was ready to face whatever challenges came her way.
The old man was behind alleyway as a group of guards approached him and knelt down.
"Elder Jenkins," they said. The old man was 69 years old almost 70 years old.
"Mmm nothing I just found a good granddaughter in law I must tell my wife!" Elder Jenkins said as he got inside the car that flew off.
Beatrice went to the Internet cafe. She wanted to play virtual online games she was so excited!
As Beatrice entered the internet cafe, the bright lights and the hum of computers greeted her. She scanned the room, looking for an available terminal, when suddenly, a familiar face caught her eye.
Seated at a nearby computer was none other than Ethan, one of Maddison's twin brothers. He was engrossed in a game, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he muttered curses under his breath.
Beatrice's lips curled into a smirk. She couldn't resist the opportunity to mess with the arrogant brat. Silently, she crept up behind him and peered over his shoulder, watching his character get slaughtered by a group of monsters.
"Looks like someone's having a rough day," she said.
"Beatrice! Are you here to beg for my family to take you back?" Ethan asked. Beatrice sat back down and laughed she back down and she logged into the virtual world. She made a log in name which was Firefly. This game was quite popular among gamers.
Ethan's eyes widened as he recognized Beatrice's avatar, "Firefly," appearing on his screen. He scoffed, turning to face her with a sneer.
"You think you're hot shit in this game, don't you?" he said, his voice dripping with condescension.
"Let's see how long that lasts."
Beatrice merely smiled, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she navigated her character through the virtual landscape. She had played this game countless times in her past lives, honing her skills to perfection.
"Bring it on, Ethan," she said, her voice dripping with confidence.
"I'm looking forward to seeing that smug look wiped off your face."
With a flourish, she challenged Ethan's character to a duel, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she waited for his response. The other gamers in the cafe turned to stare, curious about the sudden tension in the air. Her movements were so quick and fast. She moved like a swift shadow.
Within half an hour crowd of people were cheering but also wondering who this girl was. Ethan was speechless! After the game Beatrice left.