The President’s Five Children

Elias’ expression was always smiling as he said this.

But while it was clearly a smile, one couldn’t feel any trace of warmth.

Instead, it was as cold as if it was quenched with poison, making people want to tremble.

“If you were smarter and gave up that specialty earlier, how would there be so many things.” Elias said with a helpless shake of his head.

Yembi laughed, “How strange, you can’t win over me with your own lack of ability, use crooked ways to force me to leave, and put on a helpless look for who, for your conscience that was eaten by a dog a long time ago?”

Don’t you think it’s hypocritical?

Purple evening dress rushed up again, her tone angry, “How do you talk, who allowed you to talk to Sister Ran like that!”

Saying that, she also invites credit to Elias, “Sister Ran, I’ll clean her up, this bitch just owes to be cleaned up!”

“No need,” Elias stopped her, “I’ve already said that I’m here to give a gift today, how can I still do it.”

Saying that, he looked at Yembi with a smile, “What’s the point of talking about the past, it’s all in the past, it’s better to look at the gift we’ve prepared for you!”

Opening the trunk, they could see the gifts they had prepared for Yembi.

Yembi wasn’t stupid and didn’t just reach for it.

Instead, he eyed Elias warily, “You open it.”

“There’s no need to be so hostile toward me, is there?” Elias was filled with helplessness, “Fine, I’ll just open it then.”

With that, he opened the trunk in front of Yembi.

As the trunk door rose, Yembi finally got a good look at what was inside.

It was a huge cake with some roses beside it.

It did look cozy.

If you ignore the words and pictures on it.

On the huge cake, there were photos stuck all over it, all of which were taken when Yembi was bullied back then.

In each one, her face was facing the camera, her eyes terrified and scared, even desperate.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

But she had to stare at the camera because someone had grabbed her hair with such force that they almost yanked her scalp off.

Those people were taking pictures while laughing uncontrollably, and countless unpleasant and disgusting words were ringing in her ears once again.

“Bitch, I think you just owe it to yourself to clean up, if you dare to seduce my man again, I’ll get you killed.”

“Are you short of money, I’ll introduce you to business well, I guarantee you’ll make a lot of money!”

“Quickly look at her clothes underneath, but also quite material well, more afraid of a few, to save her turn back to go out to complain.”

…

Those pains came back, again, when Yembi saw those pictures.

It was like she was back in that toilet cubicle from a few years ago, dripping wet, clothes in tatters, and forced to smile for the camera.

Everyone was laughing, their eyes cold and contemptuous.

Not far away, Elias leaned against the wall and smoked, waiting for everyone to be done having fun before putting out his cigarette and walking over.

“Yembi, who do you think you’re fighting against?”

Nope!

Yembi’s thoughts pulled at her, almost a little confused between reality and memory.

But she made a brave decision.

She walked over to Elias and, with a tug, dragged her to the heel of the car’s trunk and, with a sharp jerk, snapped Elias’s face into that cake!

The photo was embedded in the cake with Elias’s face pressed against it, drowning out Elias’s screams along with it.

“It’s been a long time,” Yembi intoned, scanning the crowd before her, “and I’m different.”