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Compared to her past attempts to constantly please the Shaw Family, Winona's words now were downright vicious.

She had been married to Zachary for two years and had lived at the old estate for three months, walking on eggshells the entire time.

Grandmother Shaw had made things difficult at every turn, constantly trying to drive out bad luck and calling her a jinx, claiming that anyone who came into contact with her would suffer misfortune.

Winona knew it was just the old lady's tactic to grind down her self-esteem, forcing her to back down and initiate a divorce with Zachary.

Unfortunately, Winona hadn't understood that back then; she thought the old lady was just in poor health and overly reliant on superstitions.

Meanwhile, the old man was always stern, never cracking a smile. Winona had been especially terrified of him, feeling as though saying a single wrong word would result in a severe punishment.

The Shaw Family was old money, strictly adhering to their rules. Thinking back on it now, Winona felt like it had been pure hell.

But that hell was reserved exclusively for her. For Sienna, who was adopted by the Shaw Family, it was like a fish in water.

After all, Sienna had saved Arthur Shaw's life. Both Arthur and Cynthia doted on her, and Grandmother Shaw favored her, calling her a lucky charm.

One was a lucky charm, the other a jinx. The contrast was stark.

Sitting in the front seat, Logan felt as if he had been paralyzed, especially after hearing those words. He wished he could puncture his own eardrums.

The old man was a renowned figure in Empire City's elite circles. In his youth, no one dared cross him, and even now, having stepped behind the scenes, everyone still scrambled to curry favor with him. Yet here was the boss's wife, saying such ominous things at a time like this.

Logan thought the boss would surely explode in the next second, but Zachary just looked down at the business documents in his hands, not uttering a single word.

Emboldened, Logan simply drove the car straight to the old estate.

Unable to find a chance to get out, and with the car doors firmly locked, Winona let out a cold scoff, closed her eyes, and stayed silent.

Half an hour later, the car pulled through the heavy, antique gates, slowly making its way toward the central mansion.

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