Chapter 1 I’m a world-renowned cardiothoracic surgeon. To facilitate my emergency surgeries across the state, the government issued me a specialized vehicle with the license plate "1111." It’s authorized for my use only. Whenever this car hits the road, the traffic control system clears the way, giving me green lights and a police escort from start to finish. Since receiving the car, I’ve kept it at my fiancé, Julian York’s, garage for maintenance. Until today. I received an urgent call: a high-ranking official with top-secret clearance needed an emergency heart transplant. I rushed to the York estate to pick up the car. Just as I was about to leave, a strange woman yanked open the back door and slid inside. "First, drop me off at the mall for my manicure," she demanded, not even looking at me. "Then pick up the gelato Julian ordered for me. If it melts even a little, I’ll kill you!" "This is my car," I said, assuming she had made a mistake, keeping my voice calm. "I have an emergency and need to get to the airport. Please get out immediately." She scoffed. "Pfft! A designated driver trying to act like an owner? Open your dog eyes and look at the license plate!" "You're in the wrong here," the housekeeper chimed in, eyeing me with disdain. "Everyone in the city knows Mr. Julian loves taking Miss Sienna out in this car. No one dares to mess with it." I froze. My fiancé dared to use this car to take her joyriding? This was… catastrophic. … Using this car without my permission was tantamount to misappropriating government property. That’s a minimum three-year sentence. Not to mention using it behind my back to chauffeur another woman. That just added insult to injury. If the York family had any sense, they’d make Julian apologize profusely. For the sake of our engagement, maybe I could pull some strings and get him a lenient sentence. However… I looked at the woman lounging in the backseat like royalty. This Miss Sienna, whoever she was, was beyond saving. She refused to budge, and I didn't have the patience to argue. I looked away, started the engine, and prepared to head to the airport. Saving a life was the priority. I’d make Julian explain this mess to my face after the surgery. The engine roared to life. I gripped the steering wheel, ready to go. "Are you insane?!" She screamed, lunging from the back seat to grab the wheel. "You dare drive without my permission?!" The car swerved violently toward the wall! At the last second, I slammed on the brakes and yanked the wheel back. We careened off the path and crashed into a flowerbed, the engine stalling. "Are you crazy??" I shouted, my heart pounding. "Who told you to touch anything!" She rolled her eyes. "Do it again, and I’ll chop your hands off! Bitch!" Ignoring her, I jumped out to inspect the dented hood. Thankfully, the engine seemed fine. A miracle in the chaos. Just as I was about to get back in, the York family bodyguards swarmed me, shoving me aside. Under the woman’s triumphant gaze, they hopped into the driver’s seat. "Offend Miss Sienna and think you can run?" they sneered. "We'll skin you alive today!" I never expected the York family’s staff to obey her like trained dogs. "Who is she?" I asked the housekeeper, who was watching the drama unfold with a smirk. "You don't know Miss Sienna?" She looked at me like I was a joke. "She’s the intern assistant the Young Master dotes on most! She’s only been at the company a month, and he’s already bringing her home every night. He even ordered everyone to call her the Mistress of the house. We don't dare cross her. Who do you think you are?" Mistress of the house? I thought I misheard. Before I even married in, the York family already had a mistress? "Don't you know Julian has a fiancée?" I couldn't help but ask. "Pfft!" The housekeeper mocked. "The Young Master said ages ago that once that stupid woman marries in, she can get lost. He only recognizes Miss Sienna as the true mistress!" Sienna relaxed, looking at me smugly, deliberately flashing the diamond ring on her finger. I laughed in disbelief. The York family was truly shameless. If I had known Julian was this dirty, I wouldn't have touched him with a ten-foot pole. I checked the time. Thirty minutes until the plane took off. If I didn't leave now, I wouldn't make it. "I'll remind you one last time," I said seriously. "You cannot afford the consequences of delaying my work. If you get out of the car now, I might put in a good word for you later." Sienna’s eyes widened. "A little driver whose yearly salary can't even buy one of my shoes!" she mocked. "Even if I beat you to death, I can afford to pay for your cheap life!" I didn't have time to argue. Since she wouldn't give up the car, I decided to leave and hail a taxi. I'd coordinate everything else on the way, hoping to make it to the airport in thirty minutes. Just as I reached the gate, a brutal kick landed in my stomach. My phone flew out of my hand. Caught off guard, I was knocked to the ground. My insides felt like they were being crushed. A metallic taste rose in my throat, and I coughed up a mouthful of blood. Sienna sashayed over and planted her stiletto heel on my face. "Trying to leave without apologizing?" Chapter 2 Pain paralyzed my body. Sienna aimed her sharp heel directly at my eye. If she pressed down, my eyeball would burst instantly. Julian’s bodyguards stood around her, baseball bats in hand, looking at me with malicious intent. I was no match for this many people. "I... I'm sorry, Miss Sienna..." I gasped, swallowing my pride to save my life. A life was at stake; I had to compromise. "I really have a patient to save, please let me go..." A flicker of surprise crossed Sienna's face. She smirked, suddenly bending down to grab my hair and slamming my head against the pavement. "Still lying when you're about to die?!" She shrieked, "Think it's fun impersonating a doctor? Even if you were a real doctor, let alone a driver, I could kill you as easily as stepping on an ant!" I struggled to protect my head with my hands. Sienna stomped viciously on my fingers. I screamed in agony, trembling as I repeated, "I'm sorry." As a surgeon, my hands are my life. If they were damaged, I might never perform delicate surgery again! "Scared now?" Sienna sneered. "Too late!" She pointed at my car. "You wanted to drive, didn't you? I thought of something even more fun." With a glance from Sienna, the bodyguards swarmed me, tying me up and tethering me to the rear bumper of the car. Realizing what she intended to do, I shook uncontrollably. "I'll die!" The fear of death made me hyperventilate. "You can't—" Slap! A stinging slap across my face. Then, a stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills was thrown at me. "Twenty grand to buy your life," they laughed. "Miss Sienna once drove this car without a license and killed someone. She only paid ten grand. You should be grateful!" Before I could process their words, the engine roared. Lying on the scorching pavement, I was suddenly jerked forward. Sienna, behind the wheel, deliberately accelerated and swerved, cackling with glee as I was flung into a thorny rose bush. My exposed skin was shredded by thorns, blood instantly welling up in long streaks. I was only wearing thin casual clothes. If this continued, I would surely die! Suddenly, the car stopped. Sienna hopped out of the driver's seat. "Tsk, tsk. I thought you'd pee your pants," she said dramatically. "I've used this trick on five people. You're the most boring!" I couldn't retort. The bodyguards had already taped my mouth shut. Satisfied with my silence, Sienna hopped back in and gunned the engine. She deliberately drove onto a gravel path. Tiny rocks tore through my skin, embedding themselves deep into my flesh. My elbows and ankles were ground down to the bone. The excruciating pain blurred my consciousness. I wished my heart would just stop, so the torture would end. Just as I was about to black out from shock, Sienna slammed on the brakes. Chapter 3 "Julian! You—" She squealed excitedly, rushing forward. I struggled to lift my eyelids, wanting to demand an explanation from my fiancé. But the man stepping out of Julian’s car wasn't him. It was his secretary, Vincent. Sienna immediately pouted. "I was so upset today I didn't even get my nails done, and he sends you to placate me? I don't care, he has to come soothe me himself!" "The boss has to stay with the Old Master for his surgery," Vincent explained. "So what! The doctor I hired is a foreign expert, nothing will go wrong!" Sienna stomped her foot. "He won't even come to keep me company..." Vincent frowned. When his eyes met mine, his body stiffened. He rushed to my side, shock filling his eyes as he took in my bloodied, battered state. "The boss ordered me to take her to the hospital immediately." He reached out to untie the ropes. Dying, I only felt the irony. Most likely, something went wrong with the Old Master’s heart surgery, and Julian wanted me back. That surgery was extremely risky. No one but me could pull it off. "Her?" Sienna stared at me in disbelief, eyes burning with jealousy. "No wonder you dared to enter the York house! You used being a designated driver as an excuse to provoke me!" She screamed, "Speak! You dared to seduce Julian behind my back! You slut!" She slapped Vincent’s hand away from the ropes. "Think you can climb the ladder?" She mocked, "I've seen plenty of women like you! Julian just plays around. Once he's bored, he hands them over to me to deal with." "Even if I torture you to death, he'll only praise me for a job well done!" Consumed by jealousy, Sienna ran back to the driver's seat like a madwoman. The engine roared to life. She floored the gas pedal! Vincent, who had been trying to save me, was left in the dust. In an instant, I felt the skin on my back being ripped off along with my clothes. My wrists were ground raw, bone visible. "AHHH!!!!!" Sienna suddenly screamed. Crash! The car stopped. Vincent had rammed his car into hers to force her to stop. "Enough!" His chest heaved. "Mr. York said to bring her!" "Doesn't he love me anymore?" Sienna wailed. "He'd rather be seduced by this trashy mistress than comfort me..." While she threw a tantrum, I seized the chance. Summoning the last of my strength, I broke free from the frayed ropes. I lunged at Vincent and snatched his phone. My hands were ground to a pulp. I would never hold a scalpel again. The mission to save the official was impossible now. Bleeding out, I held on to my last breath. Enduring agonizing pain, I used fingers with exposed bone to type a text to the leadership in D.C.: "Student incompetent. Failed the country's trust. Only death can atone." Chapter 4 "What garbage are you sending? Delete it!" Sienna's shrill voice pierced my ears. I had lost too much blood. Darkness swallowed me, and I collapsed. I didn't know how much time passed before I hazily opened my eyes. I tried to breathe, but only coughed up blood. "Where is Hazel?" The blurry figure in front of me sharpened. I finally recognized him. Julian. He frowned, radiating hostility, looking like he came to settle a score. "Asking for her as soon as you get here? What's so good about her?" Sienna whined, putting on a baby voice. "If you like her so much, go live with her! I promise I'll leave quietly." "Don't be silly," Julian's voice softened, full of indulgence. Favored, Sienna smiled even wider. She took Julian’s hand and led him to me. Seeing me, the man’s eyes widened. His gaze locked onto my face, confirming it was indeed Hazel. His breathing grew rapid, chest heaving. But in the end, he said nothing. He couldn't even bring himself to scold Sienna. "She bullied me on purpose today! She scared me to death!" Sienna showed zero remorse. "I just gave her a little lesson. You're not mad, are you?" "You did all this?" Julian frowned, disbelief in his eyes. "Yeah." Sienna nodded innocently, eyes clear as a child with a new toy. "When I removed the uteruses of those blind women who pestered you before, you didn't say anything. She just has a few scratches, and now you're distressed?" "You care about a little driver? I'm jealous!" Hearing Sienna casually admit to forced hysterectomies, even though I was prepared, shock still hit me. She and Julian had hurt so many innocent people during their time together. All because the York family enabled her. And the irony? The York family's power came entirely from me. If that was the case, I didn't want this marriage. Julian bent down, suddenly grabbing my mangled shoulder. I screamed involuntarily. "There's a problem with Grandpa's surgery!" He gritted his teeth. "Come back with me immediately!" If I had the strength, I would have laughed. But I didn't even have the energy to smile. I could only twitch the corner of my mouth. "I... am a liar..." "I promised you... I wouldn't touch the Old Master..." Old Master York's heart transplant seemed simple, but the risks were infinite. Only I had the ability to handle it. But my hands had been destroyed by Sienna. Julian’s eyes were bloodshot, looking like he wanted to kill me right there. "I'm warning you, if you still want to marry me, you have to save Grandpa! You owe me this!" "Me?" I lifted my arms, displaying my hands before his eyes. The abraded wrist bones shone starkly in the sunlight. Not one of my ten fingers was intact. Even a slight movement sent drilling pain through my body. "What makes you think..." I gritted my teeth, "these hands... can perform a heart transplant?" Julian’s face went pale instantly. He finally noticed my hands were mutilated beyond recognition. Old Master York's last hope had been destroyed by the girl he doted on! "Impossible—" He took a deep breath, eyes red. "You must have a way!" Suddenly, an urgent ringtone interrupted him. The voice on the other end was crystal clear: "The Old Master... he's gone!"
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