Kendall, a well-known assassin, that struck terror in the hearts of her enemies. Kendall was known for being the best among the best, and her alias 'Phoenix’ was whispered all over the underground scene. However, the Phoenix’s reign was short-lived and by her own machinations, nonetheless. It is a horrible thing to lose your most loved person, especially in a tragic manner. It seemed she was spurred by the complete depression over having nothing and no one to live for. Therefore, she gave it her all and completely destroyed the ones who took her younger sister from her.However, after sacrificing herself to save her younger sister. one would not expect a killer to be reborn as a caterpillar or even a dung beetle, but here we have Kendall. Maybe she saved a country in a past life. Or was it good karma for destroying an organization of assassins, she finds herself reincarnated as a timid and obedient rural high school girl. Bullied by classmates? Double standards from teachers? Looked down upon by her fiancé? As challenges arise and pressure mounts from powerful conglomerates,she meets Damien Knight, a man with a very straight-forward personality. He meets someone like Kendall and can’t control his intrigue about her. The young lady was a complete mystery to him and everything she did always surprised him. Both their personalities are quite similar to a certain degree. Though her request could make anyone struggle to keep a straight face. She calmly rubs her wrist and delivers a warning, “I hope you won’t regret provoking me.” Behind her, a noble and handsome man appears out of nowhere, willing to go to any lengths to protect and support her.”Why?” she asks. “You saved my grandfather, so I offer myself in return. Any problem?” he replies with a low chuckle.
Kendall knew how devastated Phoebe was at the moment, but the injuries on her body had to be treated as soon as possible and documented as evidence.
She softened her tone, her eyes gentle and patient. "Phoebe, let me see."
This gentleness broke Phoebe's defenses. Slowly, she loosened her grip on the blanket, allowing Kendall to lift it and reveal the shocking scars on her body.
Kendall's dark eyes flared with anger, her fists clenching involuntarily. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain composure, her expression gentle once more.
"We need to take some photos of the wounds as evidence, okay?"
Phoebe shrank back, shaking her head frantically, tears filling her eyes.
"Kendall, I don't want to sue," Phoebe choked out, her voice hoarse with despair.
She had no money, no power, no reputation. To sue Jovan would be like "an ant trying to topple a tree." How could she possibly win?