In a dark room, the smell of gasoline filled the space.
"Westlyn, what do you think? Do you like the wedding gift I prepared?" Wrenley Allen aimed at her older sister, Westlyn Allen's fat face, and stomped hard on it.
Her delicate face looked very ferocious at the moment.
Westlyn's mouth was sealed and her limbs were tied up. She was covered in wounds and was lying on the ground, on the verge of death.
She was wearing a wedding dress that was custom-made to fit her overweight body, and her obese body was twisting uneasily as her red eyes were fixed on Wrenley.
Just now, she was waiting for Davian Armstrong in their room to spend their wedding night together, but he didn't show up after a long time. When she went outside to find him, she saw her husband, Davian, flirting with his younger sister, Wrenley.
Not only that, but she also overheard their scheme.
It turned out that the relationship between her and Davian in the past three years was just a conspiracy. They had schemed against her to get the 25% of shares she had of Allen Industries and planned to burn her to death on her wedding night!
All of Davian's love and care for her was just an illusion to get her to believe in him.
Ignoring Westlyn's struggle, Wrenley stepped hard on her face once again.
Her face was full of contempt and disgust.
"Look at how fat you are. No one will like you! If it weren't for the shares in your hands, Davian would never be with you this so long!"
"As long as you and dad die tonight, I will become the only heir of the Allen family." She smiled, and perhaps because she was too excited, her face was slightly distorted.
Dad!
Wrenley, what did you plan to do to dad?
"Mmph... Mmph!"
Westlyn struggled frantically as she attempted to throw herself at Wrenley.
"My dear sister, you don't know yet, do you? Dad is sleeping soundly in the study right now, and he won't wake up again! It was all thanks to the cup of tea you gave him that we were able to control the Allen family so smoothly."
Tea?
When she was still dressing up in the room this morning, Wrenley had come in and said that her father was still angry because Westlyn insisted on marrying Davian. She had prepared a cup of ginseng tea for her and asked Westlyn to apologize to their father, and said that she must make sure he drank it.
Westlyn's twisted, and hideous face looked even more terrifying after she heard this.
She struggled hard as muffled cries came out of her mouth, her whole heart filled with regret and hatred. It ached terribly!
It was all her fault!
She shouldn't have believed Davian and Wrenley's nonsense. Not only did she hurt herself, but she also hurt her father, who had always loved her!
When she thought of how she had personally handed that cup of tea to her father, Westlyn was in so much pain that she had rather she was dead.
"Wrenley, what are you still talking to, that fat b*tch? Hurry up and deal with her! You are pregnant, so don't get worked up. From now on, the Allen family will be in our hands."
The handsome man standing beside Wrenley this whole time was initially Westlyn's husband-to-be, Davian.
However, at this moment, he was hugging Wrenley in her arms, with a look of disdain and disgust on his face when he looked at Westlyn.
He spat at her fiercely and said coldly, "I feel sick whenever I think about marrying a fatso like you! I would rather die! Where did you get your confidence from, huh? How can you think that I actually love you?"
"Hmph! If it weren't for you being the eldest daughter of the Allen family, how could you ever compare to Wrenley?"
What was worse was that she had been secretly in love with him for two years and they had been together for a year. At the thought of this, he felt sick and wanted to throw up.
Wrenley was nestled in Davian's arms as she pinched her nose and said, "Okay, let's go. I feel sick just looking at her."
"Anyway, we'll just let everyone think that this was just an accident. She's the one who was stupid! It's not impossible for her to accidentally burn herself to death!"
Wrenley sneered.
Then, she walked out with Davian.
Westlyn wanted to live, and she wanted to save her father. She didn't want her father to die! Then, she climbed desperately toward the door.
However, they had tied her feet with ropes, and all her struggles were in vain.
The scarlet of a blazing fire was the last color reflected in her eyes.
Before losing consciousness, Westlyn's last thought was that if she could start all over, she would definitely make Wrenley pay!
