"Well, Olivia? Have you decided now? Marry him, or not?"

With a light flick of her black velvet folding fan, Vinos sneered coldly at Olivia. Her face sent chills down one’s spine. This was the epitome of a viperous heart. Who knew what this fat snake gained from scheming like this, besides ruining her future?

If it was just for personal gain, that would be merely bad. But if she simply wanted to destroy Olivia’s future… that was truly bone-chilling. After all, before today, Olivia had always been bullied unilaterally by this fat woman.

Indeed, if Olivia graduated and became independent with a bright future, Vinos—the petty person she was—knew how she’d bullied her. She feared retaliation from a successful Olivia. So, she’d stop at nothing to crush her, ensuring she could never rise again.

Had Olivia still been her old self, she might have been forced into the most common fate for noble girls in this medieval world: becoming a sacrificial pawn in a family alliance.

But now… not only was the girl clear-headed and confident, but most importantly… who, who would want to marry?

And an old man at that…

Olivia still thought: If you want to marry, you marry him yourself. Don’t drag me into it.

"I won’t marry! Hmph, let me emphasize again—I didn’t sign that contract… Aunt, did you even ask my opinion? I never said I wanted to marry, did I? You caused this trouble; why should I clean up your mess?"

Olivia remained resolute. After hearing the retort, Vinos merely sneered.

"Oh dear, I’ve never heard of a young lady choosing her own wild man to marry. Isn’t it always the parents who pick? Or do you not recognize me as your aunt? Sigh, kids these days… so ungrateful. I’ve raised you and your mother all these years, and now you won’t even let me make decisions as your guardian? Such an ingrate~"

"Ingrate?!"

Olivia completely lost her composure. She shot to her feet and pointed a finger at Vinos’s nose. Her mother Fufu hurriedly tried to stop her. Vinos flinched back, startled. After a pause, realizing she couldn’t lose her elder dignity, she forced herself to straighten her broad shoulders and frowned.

"What? Little ingrate, are you rebelling?!"

"Hmph, so what if I point? You have the nerve to call us ingrates? I’ll ask you this: where did my uncle get the capital for his business? From my father! Why did his business flourish when he was alive? Because my mother helped! And you? After my uncle died, you took the wealth my parents and uncle worked hard for, and treated us like slaves, ordering us around. I tell you, I’ve never owed you anything from the start! What gratitude? It’s all hatred now!"

The Bluehaired Loli unleashed a torrent of reasoned fury. Since this fat woman had already schemed to ruin her future, there was no point in continuing. Vinos’s eyes turned fierce. She glared at Olivia for a long moment, then snorted.

"So, you’re completely turning your back on your aunt? Hmph, your uncle even told me before he died to raise you no matter what. Must it come to this?"

"Whether it comes to this depends on your actions! If you hadn’t schemed maliciously these past years, I’d have worked to earn big money for the family. For one thing, if you ruin this household completely someday, I’d still take care of George, that brat. He’s my uncle’s child after all. Don’t act like only you honor my uncle’s memory!"

"Enough!"

Vinos frowned, cutting off Olivia’s rebuttal. Her brow furrowed with annoyance. She waved her hand impatiently.

"By next Sunday, pack your bags. Take that vixen mother of yours and get out! I’m sick of seeing you two…"

"What a coincidence! I’m tired of you too! But… Aunt Vinos, the second floor was left to me and my mother by my uncle. You have no right to kick us out."

Olivia tilted her head. Unexpectedly, this made Vinos laugh coldly. After a while, she nodded at Olivia.

"It doesn’t matter. Brat, do you really think that just because you didn’t sign the contract, you can rest easy? I tell you, that old nobleman wants to marry you. He has proof now. It’s not up to you whether you marry or not. If you refuse, he’ll send people to bind you and drag you there. Even if you run, you can’t escape a noble’s pursuit. They’ll catch you to the ends of the earth!"

Hearing this, Olivia’s face darkened. Seeing the effect, Vinos pressed on.

"I’m telling you, unless you can pay that compensation, you will marry that old nobleman! If you don’t, your mother might suffer too. Hmph, what can you do in a week? Earn that much money? If you really can, not only will I not kick you out, I’ll welcome you back in a grand sedan chair! Go obediently and be his concubine!"

As Vinos spoke, she glanced at Olivia. But to her surprise, Olivia didn’t show the despair and fear she expected. Instead, after pondering for a moment, she even sneered back. After hearing the last part, she nodded calmly.

"What if I can? Hmph, let me be clear—I can earn not just fifteen thousand, but much more. I hope you can still smile when I’m rich and prosperous! By then… your fate won’t be pretty. Don’t say I didn’t give you, my uncle’s widow, any face!"

"Big talk… hmph~"

Vinos didn’t back down. Looking at Olivia’s confident demeanor, she dismissed it as a young person’s psychological trick. Earning money? Hmph… with her?

Not even her mother—that vixen who could make businessmen willingly give her the best deals—could earn that much in a week without capital.

This little girl thought she was stupid enough to be fooled?

As for Olivia, she couldn’t be bothered with Vinos. After dealing with the pit this fat woman dug, it would be time to settle the score.

So, the Bluehaired Loli took her mother Fufu’s hand.

"Mom, let’s go back to our room. From now on, no more chores!"

"Eh, wait, baby, calm down first, wait a moment…"

The blue-haired beauty was dragged upstairs by her daughter…