Chapter6 Jax, That Idiot
"I don't know what nonsense you're talking about! You've got the wrong person!"
Jax's tone was stiff. He deliberately glared at Linnea fiercely, but this only made him more full of mistakes.
Linnea found it truly funny. She laughed until her eyes narrowed.
"Jax, how could I mistake you? Even if you're working out at the gym now, your fingers holding that club are still trembling badly! This weak state, like a rooster that's been plucked clean, is very rare in men!"
Even Jax, who hated her to the core, couldn’t help getting lost in her beauty when she gave that delicate smile.
His face went red right after.
That bitch, still acting like a whore even now.
"So what? You only know how to run your mouth!" He clenched his fists and answered mockingly. "However, there's something I need to tell you. Those so-called 'your mother's belongings' that you treasure like jewels..."
"Not long ago during a renovation, my mother Carla and my father, Brock, had renovation workers throw them into the garbage dump like clearing out trash!"
Linnea’s heart gave a painful twitch, and her stomach twisted.
She had known about this long ago.
But when Jax mentioned it again, her whole heart still hurt excessively.
Carla... his and Vivienne's mother, was the mistress her father had an affair with!
...
Five years ago.
Her mother had just died, and her father was already together with the nanny, Carla.
He even let that pair of illegitimate siblings move into her home.
From then on, Linnea skipped classes, went to nightclubs, and stopped caring about anything.
Until at age eighteen, the famous head of the Thorne family, Alistair Thorne, came to visit.
Only then did Linnea learn that her mother had once helped Alistair. As repayment, Alistair had promised her an arranged marriage, letting his eldest son, Caius, marry her.
That night, her father knocked on her door. "Linnea, you're very independent. I'm sure you won't like an arranged marriage. How about letting your sister..."
Linnea was stunned for a long time, then laughed coldly.
"This is the marriage my mother left for me. Give it to your illegitimate daughter? Absolutely not!"
She thought an arranged marriage could at least let her escape this devil of a family.
But three months later, at the Thorne family banquet, her stepsister Vivienne was cornered by several rich young men. She was forced to drink strong cocktails. No one helped Vivienne.
Linnea hesitated, but when Vivienne cried and said "I'm allergic to alcohol," she still stepped forward to interrupt.
So she drank the alcohol and was drugged.
When the drug took effect, she was in the hallway. At the same time, dense gunfire rang out.
Linnea's consciousness began to blur. She struggled to get into a storage room and crashed into the chest of a strange man.
Behind the wall, several rich young men muttered resentfully. "Where did that bitch hide? Did she know Vivienne wanted us to kill her?"
Finally, what made her completely sink was the strange man's satisfied growl.
...
When she woke again, the gunfire had stopped.
Someone lay beside her. Was it the man from last night? Linnea thought, turning her head.
The next second, her eyes widened in extreme shock.
This wasn't the man from last night!
The man last night was muscular, tall, and could grip her entire waist with one hand. Not this mechanic who was covered in oil, scrawny, and sickly!
A group of people surrounded her, mocking maliciously.
"Miss, why aren't you wearing clothes?"
"Is that dead mechanic beside you your lover?"
"I know him. But he's a husband with a wife and children!"
"So, miss, did you have an affair with a married mechanic and cause his death from exhaustion?"
Linnea was confused. She shook her head desperately, tears streaming. "No, it's not like that!" But still couldn't stop the slander.
Until her father, Brock, appeared.
With the last bit of dependence on her biological father in her heart, she looked at her father grievously. "Dad, I'm not a slut. I didn't have sex with this person. Please help me explain to them..."
But what she met were cold, ruthless eagle eyes.
"Yes! This slut who had an affair with a mechanic is my daughter, Linnea Knight! She brought shame to the Knight family and to her late philanthropist mother, Ms. Laruel!"
"From now on, she is no longer my daughter!"
...
After returning from the yacht, Linnea was confined in her mother's bedroom.
On the third day, her father came in and said to her, "Linnea, the police can't confirm your guilt, so you won't be arrested. But you know what you did. You can no longer have an arranged marriage with the Thorne family heir."
"Do you really think I had an affair with someone else?"
"Of course." Brock shrugged. "I'm not your mother who doted on you. In fact, your mother is already dead."
At that moment, Linnea painfully recognized one thing.
Her father didn't love her or her mother at all.
But did she have to beg for her father's protection?
That night, Linnea slammed the document severing parent-child relations on her father's desk.
"Sign it. From now on, I'm only my mother's child."
Her father signed it, of course.
So Linnea left the Knight family and survived on her own.
She changed her surname to her mother's, becoming Linnea Clair, and asked Cora to create a perfect fake identity for her: an ordinary orphan whose mother died young.
And that Linnea Knight had become gossip for countless aristocrats, thanks to the reputation her father had ruined. A promiscuous slut.
Linnea didn't take a single cent from home.
To study, she worked while preparing for exams to save tuition: from a waitress serving plates at restaurants, a caddy at golf courses, to a bar girl selling drinks and dancing...
Finally, she successfully got into the medical program at Laurentian University.
But after studying for a year, Caius and her stepsister, Vivienne, held a wedding!
But this was the fiancé her mother had left for her. How could she let that bitch Vivienne steal him?
Linnea immediately decided she would take Caius back!
And the person closest to Caius, most likely to have contact with him, was his personal secretary and assistant.
Therefore, Linnea switched majors to finance, studied hard, until she successfully joined the Thorne Group as an intern presidential secretary.
...
And at this moment, Jax was still furious from her provocation.
He was completely enraged. Just mocking her verbally wasn't enough. In his emotional state, he snatched the dagger from his subordinate beside him and rushed at Linnea!
"Linnea, what do you think you survived on out there? Isn't it just the face your whore mother gave you?"
"I'll slash it up right now. Let's see how you, an ugly bitch after being disfigured, will depend on men!"
"You dare treat me like this, I'll definitely make you pay with your life!"
The sharp blade inched closer toward her. Linnea struggled desperately. She had learned rope binding techniques and thought she could untie the rope behind her, but in extreme tension, the knot was as hard as a dead knot!
Was she going to die today?
Then she'd become a ghost and make Jax pay with his life!
Just as the dagger was about to reach her cheek, a sharp female voice rang out:
"Jax, you idiot! Put that knife down right now!"
"Kidnapping that bitch Linnea behind my back is one thing, but how did you also provoke Caius?!"