Billionaire's Match

Chapter 196 Winnie had come with her family, the Olsons. Veronica was there too. "Hello, Mr. Olson," Michael greeted, leading the couple toward a seating area off to the side. Veronica smiled politely as she followed, then glanced back at Winnie, who trailed silently behind them. "Hey, aren't you going to say hi to your old friend?" The onlookers didn't know the history between Winnie and Michael, but she did. She knew it too well. When they were kids, Michael used to run over to their house constantly, always trying to play with Winnie.

As they grew up, he followed her from school to school, from place to place. Anyone with eyes could see it: Michael was madly in love with her, utterly obsessed. And Winnie-she had a talent for tormenting him. For over a decade, she had turned the polished young master of the Morrison family into a man whipped like a dog. She'd go out, and Michael would drive. She'd go to drinking parties, and Michael would drink until his stomach bled. Trouble at school? Michael would take the hits. Even her romantic relationships-Michael was the shield, the buffer.

No one could intervene. The entanglement finally ended two years ago. Winnie's ex-boyfriend got drunk at a nightclub and started a fight. Michael intervened to protect them both-he broke two ribs and almost became paralyzed. And yet, Winnie ran off with her ex. Oscar was furious. Michael

But some people are perverse when they lose something. Winnie, having given up on love, began chasing Michael. Veronica hated her with a passion. And as luck would have it, she witnessed a scene: Winnie blocking Michael's car, demanding time to explain herself. But Michael

Before Veronica could respond, Winnie stormed off Seeing a servant carrying juice nearby, Veronica seized a cup and flung it. It hit Winnie squarely. Winnie froze in the middle of the path. Her body shuddered as the sticky red liquid ran down her face and through her long hair. Most of the guests had arrived by now, and several watched in stunned silence. She wore a white camisole dress, now ruined. "Oh my... I'm so sorry, Winnie. Maybe you