Chapter 3 I Came Specifically For Him

• The bond they formed over more than a decade had long since surpassed any notion of mere blood relations.
• This family didn't need her, and neither did her parents.
• As for Anais Stenz...
• Four years ago, she had personally experienced that even the most pretentiously innocent woman couldn't withstand the force of Larissa's kick.
• ...
• A black BMW came to a halt in the well-known affluent district of Lofbury.
• Larissa stepped out of the car, moving around to the back to retrieve her luggage. With a familiarity born of frequent visits, she headed toward a cream-colored mansion up ahead.
• Suppressing his anger, Philip followed behind as he pretended to patiently advise her.
• “Rissa, when you see Anais later, please don't frighten her. You probably don't know this, but after your confrontation with her years ago, she's been living with a deep psychological trauma. She's been severely depressed and has even come close to ending her own life a few times...”
• “Hold it right there! Don't talk to me about these things.” Larissa glanced sideways at him as she went on, “The one who should be acting cautiously is the one who's scared. Don't you even understand this basic principle?”
• Anais tried to kill herself due to depression? If you ask me, it's more likely because she was trying to preserve her status as the heiress of the Stenz family!
• The wealth of the Stenz family couldn't even compare to her basic salary at the special training base.
• Hence, she couldn't care less about being the heiress to the Stenz family!
• “You!”
• “What about me?” Larissa sneered coldly, “If I hit her, she should just take it quietly. If she dares to make a scene, I'll reveal to the entire Lofbury that she's nothing but a fraud! Don't forget, when Grandpa passed away, he left a will stating that I am the rightful heiress to the Stenz family, not Anais. She's nothing!”
• No sooner had the words been spoken than a long-haired young girl in a white dress hurriedly descended from the upstairs.
• “Dad, you're back early...”
• When she saw Larissa sitting on the sofa, Anais froze on the spot, her eyes wide with disbelief.
• “Larissa?”
• In that voice, there was both fear and hatred.
• She looked at Larissa, her fingers trembling subconsciously.
• She still remembered when Larissa returned four years ago, her hair was incredibly short, resembling a boy's. Despite this, there was an unexpected elegance and beauty about her. Her eyes were so bright and startling.
• After four years apart, Larissa had become even more beautiful, yet her gaze had also become more penetrating.
• Anais cast a fearful glance at Philip, her eyes brimming with tears.
• “Um...” Philip quickly said, “Anais, Rissa is just staying for a couple of days and will leave soon. Don't mind her.”
• Once these words were spoken, Larissa leisurely added another sentence.
• “Huh? Anais, the way your front teeth are capped is quite impressive. They look just like the real ones.”
• A shiver ran through Anais once again.
• She hung her head low, skillfully concealing the surging hatred that dwelled within her eyes.
• Back then, Larissa had worn a similar warm smile, sweetly calling her “Anais” even as she ruthlessly kicked Anais down the stairs, gripping her hair and repeatedly smashing her head onto the ground.
• That was the closest Anais had ever come to death in her lifetime.
• “Larissa!”
• Seeing how furious Philip was, Larissa simply shrugged her shoulders.
• “All right, I won't say anymore. I'm staying in the room upstairs. Have it cleaned before I return.”
• “You're heading out?” Philip asked, his brow deeply furrowed.
• Larissa said lightly, “I'm going out for some fresh air so that Anais' condition doesn't worsen due to her seeing me.”
• She put particular emphasis on Anais' condition.
• Having said that, she immediately stood up and left.
• Once she stepped outside the door, Larissa finally pulled out her phone and answered the incoming call, her voice dripping with languor.
• “Cut the crap and speak your mind.”
• “Black Snake, you've come to Lofbury?”
• Larissa was known by the codename Black Mamba. Only those who were truly close to her would dare to call her Black Snake.
• “What's the matter? Do you have an opinion?”
• “No, it's just that I'm coincidentally also in Lofbury,” the person on the other end of the phone said, brimming with excitement. “I flew overnight from Feston. You wouldn't believe the peculiar patient I had to attend to...”
• Larissa wasn't particularly interested in what he had to say, yet she found herself responding nonetheless.
• “Go on.”
• “That person was hit by a Dum-dum bullet despite the global ban on such ammunition and the current era of peace! His bulletproof vest was shattered, and fragments of the bullet had pierced his lungs and struck his spine. His spinal fluid was leaking, nearly causing him to become a paraplegic. I performed surgery for eight hours to save him—”
• “What did you say!”
• “What's wrong?” The person on the other end of the phone was perplexed. “I just said that someone had gotten hit by a Dum-dum bullet...”
• Larissa's temples throbbed relentlessly as she gritted her teeth in frustration.
• “Take a guess. In a time of peace, especially when Dum-dum bullets are globally prohibited, where do you think he was most likely shot?”
• The other end of the phone was silent for a moment before, “What the hell?”
• “I came to Lofbury specifically to find him! Is he still with you?”
• “He... has already left...”
• Larissa's face was clouded with seriousness. “Send me the address. I'll head over right now!”
• After hanging up the phone, Larissa returned inside.
• Spotting Philip, who had remained rooted to the spot, she extended her hand toward him.