From Exile To Queen Of Everything - Chapter 41: Chapter 41

Amber sat quietly in the car. When she saw Jocelyn chuckle, she asked curiously, "Jocelyn, what's got you so happy?"
Jocelyn smiled smugly at Amber, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Oh, it's nothing—just ran into something amusing. We're almost home. Excited?"
Amber lowered her head, sounding sulky. "I'm not excited. I don't want to see Vivian. Didn't Dad kick her out? She said she'd never come back. So why is she back? What a nuisance."
Jocelyn ruffled Amber's hair, raising an eyebrow with a smug smile. "Don't worry. She won't be staying much longer."
Amber's eyes lit up as she turned to Jocelyn, excitement shining in her gaze. "Really? She's really leaving soon?"
Jocelyn's eyes gleamed with quiet confidence. "Yes, unless something unexpected happens."
Jocelyn thought smugly, 'I've prepared a special surprise just for Vivian. For a moment, I was even worried she wouldn't be home to enjoy it.'
Amber only half-understood Jocelyn's words, her face a picture of confusion.
Sienna led Lana and Reno into a shop on Weststreet.
The moment they stepped inside, the foul stench of sweat and tobacco assaulted their senses. The air was thick with smoke, the floor black with grime, flies buzzing everywhere.
At the center stood a table where four or five men were playing cards, while three others chain-smoked nearby.
Sienna was dressed head to toe in black, her hair pulled back tight. Her gaze, sharp as blades and utterly devoid of warmth, swept across the room, taking in every detail with chilling precision.
The three smoking men were the first to notice Sienna. Their eyes widened in shock. Never had they seen such a breathtaking beauty before.
"Boss?" someone yelled.
The head of the group spat impatiently on the floor, his cigarette dangling between his fingers as he idly shuffled the cards. "What the hell are you yelling for? You scared away my lucky streak," he said.
Lana demanded sharply, "Who is Dash?"
At the sound of a woman's voice, the five guys who were playing cards froze mid-game and turned their heads in unison.
The men's jaws dropped as they gaped at the three stunning women, utterly transfixed.
Reno stepped forward and said, "Miss Enna, let us handle this. You take a break."
Sienna remained silent. Lana and Reno exchanged a glance and strode purposefully toward the men.
One of the men glared at them and barked, "Who the hell are you? What's your business here?"
Dash was still ogling the women, a lecherous grin plastered on his face, when Reno's nunchaku suddenly came and cracked him right on the head.
"Shit. They're here to cause trouble." No sooner had he finished speaking than Lana wrenched his arm back with a sharp twist, snapping it. Instantly, the room erupted in a chorus of agonized screams.
Sienna lowered her gaze, her piercing eyes fixed on her hands. With her black-gloved hand, she drew out a cigarette unlit between her fingers, her composure unshaken.
Reno rushed over and reported, "Miss Enna, it's done."
Sienna strode forward in her high heels, each step muffled by the grime-caked floor.
All eight men lay battered on the ground, powerless to move. Dash had one eye destroyed, blood streaming relentlessly from the ruined socket.
"What exactly did you say to Vivian when you called her?" Sienna said.
Hearing this, Dash instantly realized that they had come here for Vivian. 'Who the hell are these chicks? How can just a handful of women be this damn strong?' he wondered.
Dash said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Sienna's crimson lips parted slightly as she ordered coldly, "Break his leg."
Dash had no time to protest before his leg was broken with a brutal crack. His agonized screams faded as his leg was shattered.
The underlings who had just witnessed Dash's leg being snapped stood frozen in terror, eyes bulging, bodies drenched in cold sweat.
"I'll talk. I know everything," The man closest to Dash gritted his teeth and shouted desperately. "This afternoon, Dash called Vivian and told her about that time we almost raped her."
After saying that, the man glanced at their faces, but all he saw were stone-cold, unreadable expressions.
His heart pounded with terror. Lana kicked him sharply in the ribs and barked, "Go ahead."
Dash caught the guy about to speak. With a vicious snarl, he jerked his head up and slammed it into the man. "Shut your damn mouth, idiot. You really think they'll let you go just because you talk?"
Dash thought in terror, 'If they ever find out what we did to Vivian, we're as good as dead.'
The air around Sienna grew increasingly frigid, sending an involuntary shiver down Reno's spine.
"Lana," Sienna said coolly.
Lana produced a vial of crimson liquid and advanced toward them, her sapphire eyes glinting with dangerous intensity under the light, a chilling smile curling her lips.
"Relax. Everyone gets a share. Drink it, and you'll end up in a psychiatric facility," Lana said.
Dash's pupils dilated in terror. He desperately tried to scramble backward, but the excruciating pain made even the slightest movement unbearable.
"No, please, no. I'll talk. I'll tell you everything," Dash screamed, his voice trembling with fear.
Dash's back was slick with cold sweat, his face pale. When he saw the red potion being put away, he slumped to the ground like a deflated rag doll, all strength drained from him.
Dash stammered, "A few years ago, we kidnapped Vivian. We knew she was the heiress of the Hart Corporation, but we didn't do anything too extreme to her. Ah—"
Dash kept hemming and hawing. Reno finally lost her patience and drove her knife straight into the back of Dash's hand.
Reno growled, "I don't think he wants to talk, Miss Enna. Should I just finish him off?"
Upon seeing that this was no bluff, panic set in among the remaining thugs. The men all started talking over each other in a panicked rush.
"We tortured her. We took off all her clothes and tied her to a chair."
"With stun batons, some toys, and whips—"
"W-we even recorded videos."
"Ah—"
Sienna's eyes burned crimson as she charged forward, her stiletto heel stomping down mercilessly on Dash's groin and grinding with brutal force. "Give me the videos."
Dash was writhing in agony, desperate just to stay alive. Nothing else mattered.
"Everything's in the camera inside the cabinet," Dash gasped out desperately.
Reno opened the cabinet to find it stuffed with cameras and memory cards. Beneath them lay a thick stack of photos, nothing but explicit images of young girls, their privacy shamelessly violated.
No one could stay calm seeing this.
Reno roared furiously, "You filthy scum."
Sienna took the camera labeled Vivian with trembling hands. As she started to open it, Lana reached out and placed her hand over Sienna's gloved one. Even through the fabric, she could feel Sienna's ice-cold fingers.
Lana gently placed her hand over Sienna's. "Miss Enna, save it for later."
Lana thought to herself, 'If Miss Enna watches from here, I'm afraid she might lose control and kill them. These scumbags aren't even worth her personal attention.'
Sienna's crimson glare gradually cooled as she demanded coldly, "Who ordered you to kidnap Vivian?"
He continued, "I don't know who it was." Dash stammered, "Some masked person found me on a rainy night, handed me 30 thousand dollars, and told me to teach Vivian a lesson.
"I couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman. Then this morning, when I got home, there was another 15,000 dollars on my table, along with a note telling me to make trouble for Vivian."
Sienna turned to leave, her voice icy. "Lana, make them suffer a fate worse than death."
"Understood, Miss Enna." Lana nodded.
As Sienna's car passed by a police cruiser, Reno, driving upfront, asked, "Miss Enna, are we heading to the hospital?"
"Yes," said Sienna.
Sienna finally opened the camera and saw its horrifying contents.
A few hours later, she lit a cigarette and stood at the hospital entrance, the night wrapping around her.
Beside the car, she looked especially solitary and cold, the crimson ember of her cigarette flickering in the darkness as Reno waited quietly behind her.
Only after Sienna had finished two cigarettes did Reno cautiously approach her.
Reno said, "Miss Enna, Anya reports that Miss Vivian has regained consciousness and is asking to see you."
"I know." Sienna stubbed out her cigarette, said, and turned to head inside.
Step by step, Sienna entered the ward, each footfall plunging her deeper into the abyss of her torment.
Guilt coiled around her heart like countless black vines, choking its every beat, then snaked down to entangle her limbs, dragging her into a boundless sea of hatred.
Sienna seethed inwardly, 'How dare they.'
Sienna fixed Reno with a cold, commanding look. "Reno, handle this."
"Understood, Miss Enna." Reno nodded.
When it came to beating someone up, Reno was the perfect choice. She might not be as versatile as Lana, but dealing with Aiden was well within her capabilities.
Vivian sat still on the hospital bed, knees drawn to her chest. Against her hair, her pale face looked almost translucent.
At this moment, her innocent, gentle demeanor made her seem as fragile as a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering.
"Miss Enna, I will go," Anya rose at the sight of Sienna's return, respectfully said, and discreetly closed the door behind her.
Vivian's eyes flew wide in shock when she saw Sienna, dressed head-to-toe in black, exuding the commanding presence of a queen of the night.
Vivian was already scrambling to get off the hospital bed in her eagerness.
Sienna reached Vivian's hospital bed first, and Vivian immediately threw herself into her sister's embrace. "I've missed you so much, Sienna."
Silent tears slid down Vivian's cheeks. Suddenly, lost in thought, she looked up at Sienna and whispered, "Sienna, I think I've messed up again."
Sienna lowered her head to look at Vivian, then pulled up a chair and sat down beside her. "It's okay, Vivian. I will make it right for you."
Vivian's face lit up with a touched smile, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, a single droplet clinging to the corner of her lashes.
Sienna pulled out a tissue and gently wiped away Vivian's tears, bit by bit.
Vivian whispered, her voice trembling, "Sienna, I-I bit my supervisor, Anya. I don't even know what came over me. A-Am I losing my mind?"
Vivian whispered the last words so faintly that they nearly dissipated into the air.
Sienna heard her and, without a second thought, replied firmly, "No, you're not. So what if you bit her? Just apologize and it'll be fine."