Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

When Harold saw Yolanda's fat figure and the scars on her face, the furrow in his brow deepened. He couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes.

Yolanda didn't look like that when she first entered the juvenile detention center, but it had been three years since then. Harold thought that not only had she not improved in any way, but she had also become uglier.

That made his already sour mood even worse, and his face became even more sullen.

"Take a look at yourself. Did you act like a sloth in juvie as well? Did you not exercise?"

"She's just returned, so let her settle in first. Besides, the environment in a place like juvie is not ideal. I think she's probably just bloated. She'll be fine after a while."

When Yvonne heard that Diana was actually defending Yolanda, a dark glint flashed across her eyes.

However, she approached them with a smile. "Mom and Dad, come and have a seat. I prepared some fruits for you."

Diana glanced at the clock on the wall. "Yvonne, are you not going to your tuition today?"

Given the time of her tuition, Yvonne should have been ready to head out by now.

"The tutor canceled the class today, so I don't need to go out."

In truth, she should be heading over. But since Diana's attitude toward Yolanda alarmed her, she changed her mind.

"Alright." Diana didn't press further and turned toward Harold instead. "Honey, is your current project not going well?"

"You can say that again," Harold grumbled.

"Our company's performance and conditions are on par with Jensen Group. However, Doxcon Group's general manager, Blake Rowse, is obsessed with traditional paintings. He particularly enjoys collecting the works of famous artists.

"Jensen Group's manager promised to give Mr. Rowse a masterpiece of Riverdale City's greatest traditional painter. Though Mr. Rowse didn't say it explicitly, he'll most likely give the project to them."

Hearing his words, Diana said angrily, "Jensen Group is so cunning. Isn't it just a traditional painting? We can come up with something too."

"That's right. Dad, I met Mr. Carter's apprentice, Charlie Sullivan, at an art exhibition. I'll contact him, so that we'll get a more well-known piece of art."

Yvonne was worried that her place in Harold and Diana's hearts would change. So when she learned that Harold was facing business difficulties, she immediately expressed her willingness to help.

"Oh? You know Mr. Carter's apprentice?" A rare look of surprise appeared on Harold's usually stern face.

He had given up hope initially. But now that Yvonne had said that, he felt like they might still have a chance at the project.

"At the art exhibition, Mr. Sullivan spoke highly of me. He even said that if I wanted to take an art exam, he could guide me." As Yvonne spoke, she quickly pulled out the business card Charlie had

given her.

"I'll contact him in a moment," Yvonne added again.

"Alright. I'll leave that to you then." Harold looked at Yvonne with approval.

He felt grateful that he had a sensible and capable daughter.

Soon, he caught sight of Yolanda, who was sitting to the side, from the corner of his eye. His brow then furrowed once more.

When Harold was just looking at Yolanda, he didn't feel such intense dissatisfaction. However, when compared to Yvonne, he thought Yolanda was truly useless.

Both were his daughters. Yet, Yvonne was beautiful, smart, and considerate, while Yolanda was stupid, dull, and even had a criminal record.

Given their stark differences, he couldn't help but feel almost disgusted with Yolanda. Yvonne's calculated performance made those feelings even more apparent.

At that moment, the villa's doorbell chimed. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

The housekeeper rushed over to open the door and found a strange middle-aged man standing outside.