Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 278

She really hadn’t caught a word of his endless complaints and instructions.

Winston, noticing her absentminded stare, let his disgust show even more plainly. Sharp words flew from his mouth before he could stop himself.

“I’ve been talking to you for ages—did you even listen? Where are your ears? What goes on in that head of yours all day? I swear, having a daughter is just useless! Can’t rely on you for anything!”

Serena let out a cold, silent laugh.

Here we go again.

He despised her for being a daughter, yet never hesitated to use her when it suited his interests.

Winston had been this repulsive, day in and day out, for decades.

She bit back the urge to fire back at him, instead crossing her legs leisurely and leaning into the sofa, adopting an air of detached helplessness.

“I don’t have that kind of access. All the key documents for the nursing home project are with Gwyneth. She guards them like a hawk, barely trusts me at all. If you want them, you’ll have to find your own way in.”

Winston didn’t look surprised—if anything, a sly grin twisted the corners of his mouth.

He didn’t push further. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black flash drive, setting it down on the coffee table in front of her.

“Knew you’d be useless.”

He spat the words, then barked an order, “Forget getting the documents yourself. Just find a way to plug this into Gwyneth’s computer. All it takes is a few minutes. I’ll handle the rest.”

Serena’s gaze fell to the flash drive, and her heart sank like a stone.

She picked it up, rolling the cold metal between her fingers, feeling its sharp edges press into her skin.

Her sorry excuse for a father never bothered with the honest way—he was always scheming, always coming up with these underhanded, dirty tricks.

Whatever was on this drive, it couldn’t be anything good.

As she looked up, ready to deliver a biting remark, her eyes caught on Winston’s open shirt collar.

On the side of his greasy neck, several vivid, purplish-red lipstick marks stood out in plain sight.

Serena’s stomach turned.

Utterly revolting.

Who on earth would stoop so low?

Was the money really worth stomaching this?

To actually kiss a man like that—how desperate could you be?

The wave of visceral disgust washed away what little father-daughter affection she had left.

Struggling to keep her nausea in check, Serena stared at the flash drive, her voice colder than before.

“What exactly is on this thing?”

Winston waved a hand dismissively, his tone dripping with impatience and condescension.

Even Yale had a hard time dealing with that man.

If Serena was his way in…

The prospect of profit instantly drowned out his anger.

Like flipping a switch, Winston’s face transformed into a sickly, ingratiating smile.

He hurried after Serena, who had already reached the foyer, and his voice took on a cloying, “fatherly” warmth.

“Alright, alright! It was my fault, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that!”

He stepped in front of her, reaching for her hand, but Serena recoiled in disgust.

Unfazed, he plastered on another smile.

“My darling girl, you’re my daughter—you’re the Fletcher family’s true heiress! How could you just walk away? It’s my mistake, sweetheart, really—be a good girl, okay?”

As he spoke, he bent down, scooped up the flash drive, and pressed it into her hand again, this time with a cajoling tone.

“Just take it, do this little favor for your dad. Everything I have will be yours one day, you know that. We’re family, you and me!”

Serena looked down at the flash drive forced into her palm, then up at her father’s face—so full of deceit and calculation. The whole thing was nothing but a cruel joke.

She didn’t bother wasting another breath on him. All she wanted was to get out of this suffocating house, and never look back.