Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 406

Ever since Apex Synergy Group rebranded as Nathan Finance, Sarah’s life had been a living hell.

Ableson Lopez had been completely sidelined by the board—an exceptional company, handed over to someone else just like that!

At least he still clung to twenty-three percent of the shares, his last bargaining chip.

Sarah had listened to her lover, Mr. Hanson (who was also a shareholder), and together they’d plotted to swindle Ableson out of his stocks and money, then have him thrown in jail before fleeing the country for good.

But Ableson—maybe he’d caught wind of something—kept slipping through their fingers. Several times, he seemed ready to capitulate, only to change his mind at the last second.

His repeated betrayals had Sarah at her wit’s end.

And these past months, every time Ableson came home after another defeat, he’d take it out on her. She was covered in bruises now, and deep down, she knew exactly who to blame for all this misery: that little wretch, Eileen.

And now, outrageously, the brat had the nerve to come back.

Sarah fixed her with a twisted, hate-filled glare and exploded, screaming, “We fed you, clothed you, raised you, and this is how you repay us—scheming to steal your own father’s company? Think you’ve grown up and sprouted wings, huh? Don’t you forget who took you in when your whole family died! If it weren’t for me and your father, you’d have joined the rest of those Howards in the grave a decade ago, you damned jinx!”

Sarah’s voice was as harsh and grating as ever.

Janice, standing behind, was stunned speechless.

Who was this woman? Eileen’s mother? No—no way. What mother could ever say such things to her daughter?

Eileen listened to Sarah’s screeching insults, her face expressionless. She slid her hands into her pockets and, without warning, took a slow step forward, then another.

Seeing her approach, Sarah retreated further behind the housekeepers and shrieked, “Don’t you come any closer! Who said you could set foot in this house? Who do you think you are? You’re not fit to cross the Lopez family’s threshold!”

Eileen gave a soft, mocking laugh. She stopped where she was, perfectly calm, and replied, “You’re right. Only trash belongs in a dump. Decent people don’t.”

Sarah was instantly incensed. “You still dare talk back, you little wretch! You—ah—!”

With a flick of her shoe, Eileen sent a tiny pebble flying straight into Sarah’s foul mouth.

Sarah’s words broke off in agony. She clapped her hands to her mouth, and as she spat the pebble out, she caught a glimpse of blood—and, mixed in with it, one of her own front teeth.

She began to shake from head to toe, livid with rage. “You little—ah—!”

Second pebble.

“Eileen, you—ah—!”

Third pebble.

“You dare—ah—!”

Fourth pebble.

Now Sarah was on the verge of collapse, her mouth filling with blood. At last, she fell silent, cowering behind two housekeepers, using their bodies as shields as she stared at Eileen in terror.

Eileen casually toyed with a fifth pebble with the tip of her shoe.

Just then, one of the housekeepers shifted. Eileen seized the opening; with a swift kick, she launched the fifth pebble dead-on at Sarah’s nose.

Sarah’s shriek was guttural, raw. Reeling from the pain, she lost her balance, twisted her ankle, and crashed to the floor.

Blood gushed from her nostrils, and her nose bridge was visibly caved in, her entire face twisted and grotesque.