Chapter 5: Interpol Officer vs. Wealthy Heiress

The grand entrance, the long, winding fence enclosing a circle, encapsulating all the grace and luxury within. From afar, the white mansion seemed even larger than the White House. With rockeries, flower beds, fountains, swimming pools, and sports grounds barely visible.

Ah, so this is the Leo estate!

Sophia was certain that there had to be no less than a hundred bodyguards hidden in the shadows of this opulent mansion. It seemed the wealthier one became, the more they feared losing their money.

"Sophia, once you become the lady of this house, you must do your utmost to help the Chen family, understand? Your father and I have placed all our hopes on you..." Fiona had been nagging Sophia ever since they left their house, and here at the gates of the Leo mansion, she was still going on.

"Ms. Fiona, please put away your fantasies and go work on raising your IQ and EQ, will you?" Sophia finally couldn't help but retort sarcastically.

"You... don't bite the hand that feeds you. If the old Mr. Leo hadn't recognized the person in the photo as you, instead of Yi Jie, do you think you would have had the chance to marry into the Leo family?" Fiona blurted out.

"What photo?" Sophia asked sharply.

Fiona had let something slip and couldn't backtrack.

Sophia didn't inquire further. "Regardless of whether it's me or your precious daughter Yi Jie, do you truly believe either of us could marry into the Leo family? Even the most esteemed little princess of the British royal family couldn't marry in here."

"This..."

"You've been waiting at home for three days, not a single person from the Leo family has come to officially propose marriage to me. We only received a call saying we should come over on our own. Coming here is one thing, but their gates are closed, not open. We've waited so long and pressed the doorbell several times, but no one came to open the gate. Don't you understand what they're trying to say?" Sophia analyzed calmly and mockingly.

"You do have some self-awareness!" A clear, haughty voice sounded.

Sophia turned her head, only to see a woman as elegant and delicate as a doll. She had her arms crossed and was leaning against a Rolls-Royce. With a Chanel dress, Gucci shoes, and a Hermès handbag, as Sophia approached, she could even smell the Dior perfume and the scent of La Mer moisturizer on her - this woman nearly buried herself in designer brands.

Sophia guessed this woman was here to intimidate her, given her haughty demeanor and the way she looked at her as if saying, "You dare come here looking so shabby?"

Sophia responded with a scornful smile.

It's a professional habit; Sophia couldn't stand these peacocks flaunting "I am noble, you must look up to me" every time she was on a mission, such low-intelligence peacocks were always the most troublesome. So, it was best if this flashy peahen said less, else...

Molly was somewhat surprised.

None of the women who had come before her, adorned in such finery, had failed to hang their heads in shame. What was going on with this one? Was that look in her eyes mocking her?

Ah, someone dared to mock Miss Molly!

"Don't you know who I am? There's no one in City B who dare look at me with the eyes you just did!"

Sophia gave her another look as if she was watching an idiot.

"You..." Molly was infuriated, "Hmph, no woman in City B who has displeased me has ever had a good ending. Just you wait, I will make you realize that I, Molly, am not to be trifed with."

"So you're Miss Molly." Fiona suddenly interjected, "I'm so sorry, our Sophia is an illegitimate daughter, stubborn from birth, a bit disrespectful; I, as her stepmother, have not managed to discipline her well. You're the heiress of the Lin Corporation, with a grace and composure my thoughtless daughter cannot match. I hope you can be magnanimous and not take her rudeness to heart."

Molly smiled, "Well, you, as a mother, do know how to behave. Alright, I'll give you a way out. Better leave now, the Leo estate is not a place for country bumpkins like you."

Fiona apologized meekly, not the outcome she wanted. The term "country bumpkins" made her face turn sour.

Seeing her effect achieved, Molly couldn't help feeling a bit proud. "Go ahead, where did you park your car? Oh... you don't have a car, do you? My God, your family is so poor you can't even afford a car. Tsk tsk, it must be hard to take the bus in this scorching heat. How about, I have my driver take you back in my Rolls-Royce..."

Bang! Molly jumped, almost falling.

Turning around, she saw her beloved Rolls-Royce's rear tire deflating fast.

Her precious car, not a speck of dust was allowed on it, and now, its tire was punctured.

"Oh my, my little Reddy!" Molly screamed, rushing toward her car, examining the punctured tire with exaggerated expressions, as if she had lost a relative.

"What, little Reddy, your tire was punctured?" Molly, eyes wide as floodlights, finally found the small hole on the tire. Even the automatic inflation device was damaged, clearly a deliberate act.