Chapter 1 The Resurrected Windsor

On a heavy rainy night, a man in suit and leather shoes ran wildly in a crematory where people seldom came.

Gasping for breath, he quietly turned into the dim corpse room and covered the guard's mouth with a handkerchief with diethyl ether.

The moment the guard fell into a coma, a cold, sharp dagger gently stuck to the main artery of his neck.

"Jonathan, I knew you would come."

The voice was exactly the same as that of Windsor!

Did she come back to life?

Jonathan was so frightened that his legs became weak, and he almost knelt down. It was the girl who "kindly" supported him. Her long legs kicked the unconscious guard to the ground and let him sit on the chair.

Facing Jonathan.

Jonathan's eyes widened in shock. Her heavy black frame glasses, dull and timid eyes, thick bangs, black hair, and short skirt were precisely the same as Jonathan had seen five years ago!

He had sent people to assassinate his fiancee, Windsor, at the wedding five years ago. She was also the illegitimate daughter of Pat Group's CEO, Robert.

Five years ago, Jonathan's Ty Group needed a lot of money to cope with an emergency. He had no choice but to turn his eyes towards the illegitimate daughter, Windsor, who had just been brought back by the CEO of Pat Group.

Windsor was 16 years old and went to a noble school at that time.

Because Windsor was ugly and dull at that time. Meanwhile, as an illegitimate daughter, she was cursed and beaten in school often.

Jonathan took this opportunity to be a hero to save her. As a beam of light to Windsor, he redeemed her terrible and tragic life.

Windsor still remembered those sweet, happy days of her first love, the first kiss, the first night, and the hand-holding, the shopping. When no one dared to throw rocks and glass at her head because Jonathan would roll up his sleeves and beat them fiercely to the ground.

But all this was fake!

At first, Jonathan worked with Robert's wife Louis to ruin her reputation. He posted her nude photos and her identity on the Internet at a marked price. Then he sent people to kidnap her brother and ask for a large amount of redemption money.

In the face of nude photos and public opinion, she was unable to defend herself. In front of the kidnapper's request, she was at a loss.

Jonathan was her only life-saving straw, but Jonathan asked her if she was really selling her body.

The stock of the Pat Group plummeted. Windsor's father had no choice but to give Jonathan money and asked Jonathan to take away Windsor. To her surprise, Robert hurried to get rid of the kidnappers and the troublesome daughter. Windsor threatened Robert to pay, or else she would rather sell her body to confirm the rumor.

Jonathan received two payments, but he shot Windsor on the spot at the wedding.

Because he didn't love this ugly and stupid woman at all. Since he could hold this wedding, he had obtained all the praise and pity of society.

Even in the face of the ugly and stupid Windsor at present, Jonathan still sniffed and sneered, "Do you think I can marry you just because you called me and tricked me here? Windsor, no man is willing to marry an ugly loser like you!"

Windsor took off her glasses and threw them on the ground. Her dull dark green eyes suddenly flashed with coldness, which made Jonathan shiver suddenly.

It seemed that Windsor had changed a little bit?

Even if she wasn't a four-eyed monster, she looked better, so what?

With a sneer, Windsor patted Jonathan's face with the back of the dagger and said, "I sent someone to intercept your goods."

Jonathan suddenly stood up and scolded, "You bitch! How dare you!"

As he spoke, Windsor swung the dagger and scratched Jonathan's lips. Then she kicked him to the ground, stepped on his chest, threw away the heavy wig, and rubbed her short hair, which was initially dark red.

Jonathan screamed and covered his mouth painfully. He stared at the beautiful woman in front of him in disbelief and regretted it deeply in his heart. How could this silly girl, who was good for nothing, became so beautiful!

"Five hundred kilograms of heroin, plus the entire Ty Group. Jonathan, you are doing a risky thing."

Seeing that Jonathan was about to struggle again, Windsor split the dagger into two and nailed his left and right palms to the ground.

"Ah! You bitch!"

Jonathan cried out in pain, sweat trickling down his forehead.

With another heavy stamp on his chest, Jonathan panted heavily. And the third dagger aimed at his heart again.

"The 'Bullet' organization didn't kidnap my brother at all. You kidnapped him, right?"

Jonathan was still trying to keep his mouth shut. However, he saw the "Bullet" sign flickering on her wrist and became terrified immediately. Tears ran down his face, and urine and feces soaked all over his crotch.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It's because I really wanted to marry you at that time, and I really didn't have any money. Please don't kill me. Please."

"You took my nude photos, didn't you?"

A puzzled look appeared on her beautiful face.

Jonathan cried, "No, it's not me. It's Mrs. Louis."

"Mrs. Louis? How did you know her?"

"I'm her lover. I had slept with her before we knew each other. She often gave me some business secrets of Pat Group and asked me to take nude photos of you. She said that if the stock of Pat Group plummeted, your father would be anxious to marry you to me. Waah, I beg you. Please don't kill me. Give me back my goods..."

With a sneer, she waved at her brother and asked, "Have you recorded all, my good brother?"

Jonathan was shocked. Was there a second person here?

He turned his head and saw a handsome young man with a sniper rifle walking over from the shadow. The appearance of the young man was similar in mostly degree with Windsor. The moment he saw Windsor, he smiled wickedly and waved the mobile phone in his hand complacently.

"My dear brother-in-law, we meet again."

Then, he aimed at the target with a bang!

Windsor let go of the corpse on the ground and took a picture of Jonathan's face with her watch. Then she pressed a "task completed" button on the screen, bent down, pulled out the dagger from Jonathan's hand, wiped it clean, and put it into her boots.

"Well, Vincent, clean up the scene and throw the corpse into the cremator. I'm going back to deal with the video. Our father needs this good surprise."

Vincent reluctantly put hands in pockets and asked, "Sister, aren't you sad?"

"Why am I sad?"

"Mrs. Louis, she treated us so well back then!" Vincent kicked Jonathan's face hard.

Windsor pointed at her heart. The sound of gear rotating could be heard clearly at the drum.

"This heart is mechanical. Before it rusts and gets old, we must let those people get their deserved punishment. Vincent, I don't have time to be sad."

Vincent was looking at his sister. His dark green eyes were gradually covered with a layer of water vapor.

Shrugging her shoulders and smiling, she turned around and walked towards the door.

"Sister, don't forget to help me with my editorial homework when you go back!"

In the heavy rain, the blurry figure of Windsor raised her arm and waved her hand far away. She didn't turn around.