In this book, Harold Warren, the most ruthless and contemptuous business tycoon of the future, was kicked out of the mansion and stood alone in the cold wind at this moment because my father discovered that Harold was not his biological son.
And I was the novel's vicious female supporting role, his sharp-tongued stepsister, Kelsey Howard.
The system wanted me to pour a cup of scalding coffee on him at his lowest point.
But the coffee was not meant to be drunk, only to burn his skin.
"Stop crying! You're crying away all your chances!" the system impatiently yelled.
"But I'm scared," I whimpered.
Holding the coffee, my hands trembled.
It wasn't my fault for being afraid. Harold's aura was too overpowering.
His features were stern and handsome, with broad shoulders and a perfect waist.
Standing nearly six-foot-three, he was tall and strong.
Moreover, he insisted on daily workouts, his tailored suit barely containing his muscular physique, and a single glance from him could send chills down my spine.
He had just rushed back from an emergency company meeting, still wearing his custom suit, perfectly showcasing his broad shoulders and perfect waist.
Even his tie was impeccably neat, intimidatingly so.
I hesitated for a long time before finally stopping my tears.
The scalding coffee had already blistered my hands.
I walked over and softly said, "Harold, I'm sorry."
Then I loosened my grip and the coffee cup slid down.
Unfortunately, Harold had already turned around when I apologized, and with a flick of his fingers, he deflected the cup aimed at him.
Only a small stain appeared on the side of his trousers.
Harold frowned, his face was gloomy. Before he could question me, I started crying. Because the system started scolding me again.
"Are you an idiot? Why are you apologizing? Are you out of your mind?"
"I'm sorry, I've never done anything like this before."
"Do you even want to complete the task and leave this place? I warn you, if you are so cowardly again, I will leave you in this place and let the cruel Harold destroy your family overnight until you have a mental breakdown."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I sobbed aloud.
Harold's anger turned into speechlessness. "Have you been holding it for long?"
He suddenly noticed the blisters on my hands.
I nodded.
Harold said coldly, "Stop pretending to care about me right now. You're just in the way and an eyesore, and you've dirtied my suit."
I froze.
In the original text, Kelsey burned Harold's legs, and because he stood for a long time, he suffered from leg disease.
It wasn't until he met the female lead, who carefully treated him, that he recovered.
Harold remembered the grudge of Kelsey burning him, and once he became a business tycoon, he manipulated the market to bankrupt Kelsey's company overnight, driving her out of the mansion and leaving her homeless.
Cruel and vengeful, that was Harold's nature.
I was sarcastic in the early days and fell into disgrace in the later days. This was my retribution.
2.
The system issued a sharp alarm, "Why does he think you brought him coffee to drink? Is he crazy? Why does he think well of you?"
Because I was inherently a timid and meek good person, I silently thought, not daring to tell the system.
"Hurry and fix it! Right, kick him, kick him hard, maybe even break his leg!"
I hurriedly complied, lifting my right foot.
Thus, Harold, who had been cold-faced, suddenly froze as he moved his gaze away.
He lowered his head and only saw my expensive red-soled high heels stepping on his calves, grinding.
I stepped on him hard, but it didn't hurt him.
I stepped on him tremblingly, and the Swarovski crystal on the tip of my shoe kept shaking.
And I timidly, with a nasal tone, softly asked, "Are you mad now, Harold?"
"Kelsey! Is this what you call kicking? I could hit harder than this," the system roared in fury.
I held back my tears, not wanting to cry again in front of Harold.
I was at a loss from being scolded, hesitantly moving my foot away, only to be scolded again by the system, so I had to step on him again.
"But he seems angry, his ears are all red," I argued in a low voice.
Harold's ears were indeed red, as if all his blood had rushed there.
He lowered his eyes, staring at my high heel, then glared at me coldly.
"Kelsey, do you know what you're doing?"
I became even more frightened, ignoring the system's threats, and quickly sobbed, "I'm sorry," trying to withdraw my foot.
Unexpectedly, Harold suddenly grabbed my ankle.