After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Inside the bathroom, there was still no response.

Daisy's expression darkened. She quickly pushed the door open and was greeted by the sight of Jolie sitting on the closed toilet lid. She hadn't cleaned herself up at all, still looking as disheveled as when she'd just woken up.

When she noticed Daisy enter, Jolie even curved her lips into a faint, mocking smile. Her eyes sparkled with blatant defiance.

"You!"

Daisy's face turned stormy at the sight.

She marched in, glaring down at Jolie. "What do you think you're doing?"

Jolie met her gaze and replied calmly, "Rebelling. Can't you tell?"

The words tasted bitterly ironic as they left her mouth.

She couldn't bring herself to do anything truly harmful to the Quin family, but all she could manage was small, petty acts of defiance like this-pointless provocations. It was ridiculous. Maddening.

And deep down, she hated how powerless she was to change anything.

"Jolie, stop acting like a child. Pull yourself together, clean up, and come out. I have

she turned

at Daisy's retreating figure for a moment before suddenly speaking. "Mom, do you love

one I cherished the most. You should know how much I

say?" Daisy turned

me," Jolie repeated, her voice

who bring you power and money. You loved my father because he could run the

doted on me, hoping to reap that so-called good luck. Then, because they claimed my sister's destiny was cursed and would bring misfortune, you avoided her completely. All these years, you've barely

Smack!

Jolie could finish speaking, the sharp sound of a slap echoed through the room. Her words were cut off, her

quickly surfaced on her

was livid, her face

at Jolie. "Jolie Quin, have you lost your mind? How dare

out

up. Like a lifeless doll, Jolie let them do as

Daisy returned, her expression cold. "Come back to the Quin estate with me. You'll stay there and reflect on your actions. Think long

a response, she turned and

maids flanked Jolie, guiding her