The once clear sky darkened abruptly, and a fierce wind blew through, lifting Chelsea’s white dress and her hair, making her seem almost ghostly as she spoke in her chilly voice.

"Ah—" Thea, guilt-ridden, screamed and ran inside, stumbling over herself.

Noah was petrified, staring at Chelsea in a daze. "It wasn’t me who hurt you, don’t come after me..."

In his panic and fear, he grabbed a nearby pebble and threw it at Chelsea. She caught it effortlessly and, narrowing her eyes, hurled it back at Noah’s head.

"Ah—"

Three screams rang out as the other two standing at the door watched blood stream down Noah’s face, their survival instincts kicking in as they backed away.

Noah clutched his head, feeling as if it were splitting open, his hand coming away bloody. He looked up to see Chelsea’s black high heels before him.

He looked up, meeting Chelsea’s cold eyes. “You... you’re not dead... you’re alive...”

Chelsea stood over him, looking down at the man who had once pursued her so fervently, only to later betray her out of spite and greed. Her eyes held no warmth.

"Noah," she said his name for the first time in three years, "I regret to inform you, your good days are over."

Three years ago, Noah and Thea had lured her to a mountain, planning to push her off a cliff and make it look like an accident. She had survived, but that didn't absolve them of their crime.

Every sin, every crime, would be accounted for. She would settle these scores one by one.

That day, chaos reigned in the Rose Garden.

Chelsea didn't rest upon her return. She immediately summoned a cleaning crew to clean out her parents' and her own rooms, throwing all of Versta and Thea’s belongings out.

"What are you doing? My jewelry, my clothes, my bags... what are you doing?!" Thea shrieked as her treasured items were tossed aside like garbage. She pointed at Chelsea, her eyes full of fury. “What are you doing, going crazy as soon as you come back? I’ve lived here for three years!”

Chelsea sat on the sofa, leisurely flipping through the current personnel list of the Bromley family estate, not even bothering to look at her once-beloved cousin.

"My room, occupied by trash like you for three years. No wonder it’s full of garbage."

She turned to the cleaning crew. "Do a thorough job. Don’t leave a single piece of trash. If anything breaks, you won’t need to compensate me. I just want it clean."

"Got it, no problem." The crew, taking her orders to heart, became even rougher, treating the designer bags like common grocery totes and throwing them into sacks.

Thea's scalp felt like it was going to explode. "Ah, take your dirty hands off my bags!"

She lunged at the crew, clawing at them. Chelsea, growing impatient, yanked down the curtains, wrapped Thea in them, tied her to a chair, and stuffed a sock in her mouth, bringing peace to the house.

It took an entire afternoon, but her and her parents' rooms were restored to their original state. Chelsea gave the crew a big tip and sent them on their way.

When Versta returned and saw his precious antique and gemstone thrown in the hallway, his heart nearly broke. “Oh my goodness, who did this?”

Thea, just freed from her bindings, threw herself into Versta's arms, tearfully accusing Chelsea. “Dad, it was all her! She threw all our stuff out!”

Versta glared at Chelsea, his gaze hostile. “Chelsea, what is the meaning of this?”

“I’m helping you move.”

Chelsea stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, looking at them lazily. “Uncle, this house is my father’s private property. You wouldn’t try to take this from me too, would you? It would ruin your reputation.”

Versta gritted his teeth. He had coveted the Rose Garden for years, having originally wanted to buy it himself but lacking the funds. When Chelsea was presumed dead, he moved in without hesitation.

Forcing a smile, he said, “Chelsea, we’re family. I’m the chairman of the Bromley Group now, and I’m used to living here…”

“Habits can be changed.”

Chelsea cut him off, her tone calm. “Chairmen can be changed too. Uncle, if you’d like an early retirement, I can arrange it.”