Chapter 69: You Aren&##x27;t Puppets

Yeah, it was such a good opportunity.

She could have gotten married to the man she liked, but in the end, that bumpkin had taken advantage!
The resentment on Mia's face could scarcely be hidden, and she clenched her hands tightly.

Myrna did not speak.

Her eyes were burning in a scarlet rage.

She could lose to anyone, but not to Chelsea! If there was someone who bore the greatest hatred
towards Chelsea in the world, it must be Myrna.

When Chelsea first made a living in the show business, Myrna was just an insignificant assistant
beside her.

A well-recognized beauty, Chelsea was stunningly gorgeous and charming.

Every time she appeared, she would be the focus of men.

Jack made use of the woman to pave the way for the Turner Family.

Chelsea was good at everything, except for her poor taste of men.

A woman in love was a fool in life.

She was resolute to establish connections in the Imperial City for Jack, but she ignored what a man
cared about the most, which was dignity.

Chelsea gradually became a veritable social butterfly.



Who would dare to marry such a woman? A man's self-esteem forbore him from putting up with a wife
like her.

Jack might have had a little affection for Chelsea at first, but in the face of interests, he was quickly
blinded.

It was also at that time that Myrna got together with Jack in stealth.

Chelsea was outside paving the way for Jack, while she was serving as Jack's frail confidant.

She hated Chelsea's glamor, so only when she was with Jack secretly did she feel that she had finally
defeated Chelsea.

Although Jack still married Chelsea eventually, the couple had long been alienated, albeit with a
masqueraded conjugal love.

When she was pregnant, Chelsea was naturally kicked out of the house and returned to the
countryside.

No one cared about how she was doing in the countryside after that.

After all, the Turner Family had developed at that time, and Chelsea was no longer of any use.

"Mom!"

Mia was even more indignant seeing her in adaze.

"Did you hear me?"

Mia was desperate to marry Paul.As long as she could be with that man, she was willing to pay any
price!



"Mia, I'll find a way.Don't worry.I'll make sure you get what you want."

Myrna finally came back to her senses and she looked gloomy.

Amy, who had walked away, still looked thin and pallid.

She bought a bowl of porridge and sat in the small shop to eat.

When she felt a little better, she took out her phone and checked the messages on it.

Noticing the contents of the forum, she frowned.

Selma was determined to make a big deal out of it.

Public opinions tended to favor the weak, and Selma had attempted suicide, so everyone was more
willing to believe that Selma was on the weak side.

Amy rubbed her brows.

She really had no evidence about the affair of Selma and her stepfather.

Now that Selma had taken the initiative to testify against her, she had no way of coping for a moment.

In that case, she would try it on that stepfather.

Amy curled her lips.

She didn't want to deal with such a man, but Selma had forced her to.

If the matter was not resolved as soon as possible, she was afraid that the principal would really be
punished.

She immediately got up and went to the place she remembered.



Selma's stepfather had some money, but it was nothing worth mentioning in the Imperial City.

The Imperial City was the economic center of the entire country, where there were innumerable rich
people.

But anyway, people who occupied the top of wealth such as Paul was still the minority.

It was said that Selma's stepfather was running a business concerning a glass factory.

The workshop was small but profitable.

Amy had a good memory, so she did not go the wrong way.

She came to the neighborhood back then.

She didn't enter.

Instead, she came to check on the situation.

Until nightfall, when she was about to lose her patience, a man came out with a pair of beautiful twins
in his arms.

The man was wretched and obscene.

His eyes were rascally, and there was a roguish vibe around him, in resemblance to that of a gangster.

He put his hands on the waists of the two beauties, wearing a look of satiation.

That was Selma's stepfather.

After he had made some money, this man liked to hang out and linger in places of carnal pleasures.

Amy looked at his back and the corners of her mouth quirked upward.



The twin sisters appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, so the man was a lawbreaker.

A crafty gleam flashed across her eyes, as she deemed that seemingly it would not take much effort to
tackle the matter.She asked Tim for information about Jay and found out where the sisters lived
momentarily.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the twins had just returned home when they noticed a woman waiting in
front of their house.

Flabbergasted, they were about to scream when they heard the woman speak.

"You are with Jay only for his money.I have a way to help you.Not only will you not have to endure that
old man, but you can also obtain a considerable compensation."

Today, she observed clearly in the dark the abhorrence and revulsion in the twins' eyes when they were
in Jay's embrace.

The twins calmed down as soon as they recognized her.

"Are you Amy Turner?" Amy was taken aback.

Was she so famous? The bad news did travel fast.

What a truth! After a gush of excitement, the twins became a little restrained and timorous, and went
forward to open the door.

"Amy, you're our senior schoolmate.Let's come in to talk"

Senior schoolmate? Were they from the Imperial City University? But both of them were obviously
underage and were not old enough to go to college.



Amy was not on guard, as she felt that the twins were simple and pure by nature.

"Do you know me?"

Taking a seat, she asked in confusion.

One of the girls put her hand on her knee, pinched it awkwardly, and said stiffly.

"Amy, my name is Sarah Dancey, and my sister is called Loren.We studied at the same high school as
you, but by the time we got there, you have already graduated.Your photo is still on the school bulletin
board"

Amy frowned even tighter.

"Then why do you...?"

Why did they become others’ playthings instead of studying hard? Sarah paled, and her shoulders
instantly collapsed.

"Our family thought that it was useless for girls to study, so they force us to drop out of school.We have
a younger brother, who is going to enter high school.Our parents want to send him to study in a first-
class school, which requires a very expensive transient schooling fee, so they asked us to come..."

At that, Sarah was unable to continue.

She lowered her head slightly, her face cringed with forbearance.

Amy wrinkled her brows.

She was a child growing up in the countryside, so naturally, she knew that in some places, son
preference was still prevalent.



Since youth, she had witnessed many girls dropping out of school to get married, some of which were
only 17 or 18 years old, whereas sons were prioritized in the distribution of educational resources, "Are
you really okay with that?"

When she asked the question, she felt that the atmosphere in the room had changed in an instant.

Sarah's eyes turned red immediately and she bit her lips tightly.

"All the money Jay gave us will be taken away by our parents for our younger brother to go to
school.Growing up in such a family, we have no choice.Amy, you saved us today, but we can't meet a
nice person each time.Our fate has been determined from birth, which is to live for the men of our
family without dignity and freedom."

The more Sarah spoke, the lower her voice became, and Loren by the side began to sob.

Amy pursed her lips.

She had seen many such scenes, but most of the girls had been brainwashed by their parents to
reckon that it was their responsibility to pay so much, and were even willing to pave the way for their
brothers.

Some of their family would ask for a huge dowry when they grew up and got married, which was
prepared for their brothers to purchase a car or a house.

Their family would not consider how their daughters would be treated after getting such a pricey dowry.

"You're not puppets because you still have your own thoughts.At least, you're not hopeless.Sarah,
Loren, let's make a deal."


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