Her left hand was broken by that perverted expert next to Ye Lu, the tendons all torn, causing excruciating pain even three days after the surgery—after all, bone and tendon injuries are severe, and she couldn’t sleep at night.

She was supposed to be in the hospital, but she is the main character at this important banquet, which also involves critical matters for her future destiny.

She pushed herself to the limit, determined to attend no matter what.

Soon, Ivanov called her, berating her in an unfriendly tone for missing a great opportunity to capture Ye Lu.

He then sternly warned her to perform well tonight, as attendees of the banquet are important figures in North American business circles. It’s crucial for the establishment of her status and reputation, and she must shine brightly and behave accordingly—he would come to support her.

Yiren’s voice was obedient, but as she hung up the phone, her beautiful face revealed a look of disgust and hatred, with a subtle hint of sarcasm on her lips.

Her hand was broken, and this foster father of hers only cared about whether she could bring him any profit—what a joke.

She hated both Ivanov’s heartlessness and Ye Lu for causing her hand to break.

She would remember both of them; once Yiren gets hold of those secrets, no one will threaten her, and she will make them pay dearly with her revenge.

"Miss, do you really want to wear gloves?" The makeup artist was very worried, looking at her bandaged injured hand.

"Should I not wear them and let others see my injured hand, asking what happened? Besides, tonight I am the main character, the most perfect protagonist—how can I have any flaws," Yiren replied irritably, with a rush of anger.

To conceal her injury, she had no choice but to put on black evening gloves, but slipping the slender gloves over her painful hand was so excruciating that cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

She leaned weakly against the sofa, breaking out in a cold sweat, feeling immense pain.

What to do in a bit, feeling so uncomfortable, she feared she wouldn’t last the duration of the banquet.

The more Yiren thought, the worse her complexion became, but no, she couldn’t fail tonight—it was crucial. She took out a box of strange medicine from her bag, grabbed a pill, and popped it into her mouth.

The makeup artist watched her in shock: "Mi-Miss Yiren, what are you..."

"Shut up. If you dare to divulge this, I’ll take your life," Yiren threatened fiercely.

Stepping out to the villa, she finally felt invigorated again and the pain in her hand seemed to lessen. Her red lips revealed a proud smile as she arrogantly stepped out of the car, and several personal assistants bent down, cautiously holding her extravagantly opulent gold trailing dress.

This dress, crafted at great expense, was truly one of a kind. It was a hundred times more luxurious than the fancy dresses worn by top celebrities on the red carpet, ensuring that she would be the center of attention tonight, her splendor unmatched.

Yiren held her beautiful face high with an arrogant gaze, walking dust-free across the red carpet, while on both sides of the red carpet were reporters from major media outlets invited by the Hua family, with cameras flashing and lighting up like stars.

She walked by like a queen, eliciting gasps of admiration from reporters.

"Wow, is this the Hua family heiress? She’s even more beautiful and elegant than in the reports."

"Truly a stunning Eastern beauty. She’s sure to dominate tomorrow’s headlines; it seems that high society in Europe and America will soon have another sensational newsmaker."

Hearing these words of praise made Yiren feel a lot better.

Her gaze was arrogant; yes, after tonight, she wouldn’t just be a princess anymore. She would be a queen, commanding both wind and rain as she pleased.

Oh Ye Lu, just you wait, seething with jealousy in the darkness—the position of the heir of the Hua family is mine.