Nia Mitchell was packing in her Bedroom when she seemed to hear a noise downstairs. Darn it, she might have forgotten to close the door earlier. Could it be someone... No way, no way. This is an upscale villa; the neighborhood is incredibly safe. She assumed it was a misperception, but she indeed heard the CLICK-CLACK sound of high heels. Just as Nia was about to open the Bedroom door to check, it was suddenly flung open. Mrs. Hampton stood behind the driver. When she saw Nia Mitchell in the room, she was instantly consumed by rage! This little wench dared to come here, scaring her half to death earlier. Remembering her state just now made her feel utterly humiliated. "Nia Mitchell! How did you break in? Very well, you dare to trespass into a private residence!" Mrs. Hampton pushed aside the driver in front of her and angrily rushed over, intending to hit Nia with her handbag. Had this been the past, she would certainly not resist and even try to reason with her calmly. But not now. She wouldn’t be foolish enough to let herself be bullied anymore. With a wave of her hand, she deflected the bag that was about to hit her. The considerable force made Mrs. Hampton stagger back a few steps before she could stop. "Well, you little wench. How dare you hit me!" Mrs. Hampton was furious. She was not going to let it go. She picked up the bag and tried to hit Nia again. The driver stood aside, initially intending to intervene, but thinking about Mrs. Hampton’s usual character, he did nothing. Nia Mitchell moved to block her again. Before her hand could even touch the handbag, Mrs. Hampton stumbled and fell to the ground. "Ah! How dare you push me, Nia Mitchell! I’ll make sure you’ll regret this." With that, Mrs. Hampton sat on the floor, pulled her phone out of her bag, and made a call. "Hello? Darling, I’ve been hit. BOO HOO HOO! The nerve of Nia Mitchell to come to our house and hit me." Taken aback, Nia Mitchell had no desire to get further entangled with her. Her luggage was almost packed anyway, so she turned around to put the neatly folded clothes from her bed into her suitcase. Meanwhile, Mr. Hampton was busy in his Office Room. He hesitated for a while before deciding to answer the call from his wife. Unexpectedly, as soon as the call connected, he was greeted by the sound of Mrs. Hampton’s heart-wrenching cries from the other end, making it sound as if she had suffered a terrible injustice. "What exactly happened?" "What could have happened? I came to the Villa to pick up some clothes for Hendry, and I saw that little wench Nia Mitchell stealing things! I just said a few words to her, and she actually hit me!" Mrs. Hampton blurted it all out in a torrent. "That little wench has completely crossed the line now! Oh, my leg! I think my leg is broken! It hurts so much!" Mrs. Hampton rubbed and pounded her own legs, crying and wailing dramatically. Nia Mitchell, having packed her things, turned to leave. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Hampton lunged out and grabbed her leg. "Are you trying to run away now? You thief! First, you stole our car—which we didn’t even hold against you—and now you’ve broken into our Villa!" Mrs. Hampton was furious and, in her rage, began to dig her fingers into Nia’s leg. "Ah! Have you gone mad!" Get full chapters from 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 Nia cried out in pain and instinctively kicked out. Because she was caught completely off-guard by the painful pinch, her instinctive kick packed considerable force. Mrs. Hampton let out a bloodcurdling scream and collapsed prone on the floor, a large patch of blood slowly spreading out from beneath her.