Chapter 2

The rain was getting heavier. The driver was holding an umbrella for the man while checking on the condition of the woman. "Sir, she's alive!" On hearing the driver's words, the man looked down again, gazing at the woman. Despite being unconscious, her hand remained extended as if trying to hold onto something. There was an indescribable stubbornness about her. The man, whose eyes were usually cold to the point of indifference, showed a flicker of emotion. What was she trying to grasp? It seemed that she was willing to risk life and death for this. "Sir," the driver, respectful yet slightly anxious, broke the silence, "since she's not dead, we should hurry. Your parents are waiting for you in the capital." But the man made no move to step away. The air was still for a few seconds before the man surprisingly kneeled down, picked up the unconscious woman who was soaked in rain and held her in his arms. "...S...Sir?" The driver was stunned beyond belief. The man who usually didn't even want to see women actively embraced one today! And a dirty one at that! Good heavens, was he dreaming? The man issued a concise command, "First, take her to the hospital, then go to the airport." "Yes." The driver dared not defy his command, hurriedly opened the car door for him, and in the pouring rain, the car sped off. Anderson Family. After the press conference, Sherling followed a still-angry Maxwell back to the Anderson family home. Upon seeing her, Sherling's mother, Vera, warmly embraced her and exclaimed with satisfaction, "Now everyone in London knows that my beautiful and intelligent daughter will soon be marrying into the Smith family!" Who would dare not to look up to her after this? Sherling felt a sense of satisfaction upon hearing this, although she didn't show it on the outside. Instead, she pretended to feel a little timid and bashfully lowered her head. She knew that her composure was crucial in this situation, so she made every effort to maintain her facade of shyness and humility, even though she was secretly feeling quite pleased with herself. "It's still early, mom. We've just gotten engaged, there's still some time before I marry in." “Isn’t this a sure thing? You just set your mind at ease and prepare to be Mrs. Smith!” Vera was triumphant. However, suddenly, she remembered Sarah who had rushed out. "This Sarah, I don't know what got into her, she actually ran out of the house and dared to disturb your press conference! Fortunately, Wilfred was considerate and gave a special reminder to the media present. Otherwise, if people thought this marriage was originally for that fool, I wouldn't let her off!" "What, she dared to make trouble at the press conference?!" Sherling's grandmother came over in her wheelchair, her tone full of disgust. She held her cane, banged it hard on the ground, and scolded, "She's been spoiled. We, the Anderson family, take care of her food and drink, not only does she not repay us, but she dares to steal Sherling's marriage event! If I had known this, I would have thrown her out years ago! She's disgracing our family!” Seeing that Deborah stood on her daughter's side, Vera felt pleased. She put on a smiling face and said, "Don't worry, Mom, Sherling's wedding was not affected, you don't have to be angry." "That's right, Mom. From now on, Sherling is the only daughter in our family!" said Maxwell, impatiently. "I will send a notice to the media, announcing that I am severing my father-daughter relationship with Sarah! Wherever she wants to go, if she starves to death on the streets, I couldn’t care less!" He was simply fed up with this daughter! "Dad!" Upon hearing this, Sherling, who was standing by, showed a look of unbearable sadness, her eyes reddening. She walked over to Maxwell's side and attempted to persuade him, "Sarah is still my younger sister. Kicking her out... She could starve to death!" "I don't blame her for what happened today, Dad. Please don't be mad. If we kick her out, wouldn't we just be giving outsiders something to ridicule our family over?" "I don't want to tarnish your reputation." Upon hearing this, Maxwell paused. His angered expression eased slightly. With a serious face, he nodded, "Sherling, you are always understanding." "Fine." After the rain stopped, he sent the bodyguards to find Sarah at the foot of the mountain. An hour later, the bodyguards returned with a look of panic. "Sir, Miss Sarah… Miss Sarah is gone!" Maxwell's hand which was holding a teacup trembles, "How could she be gone, did you all search thoroughly?" "We did," hurriedly replied the bodyguard. "We searched thoroughly at the foot of the entire mountain, but we couldn't find her." This was odd. Maxwell pondered, could it be that she had woken up and left, or had been kidnapped somehow? Forget it, even if she had been kidnapped, what did it have to do with him? Without this daughter, the future of the Anderson family might even be brighter! With that thought, he waved his hand impatiently: "Then don't look for her, and let her do as she pleases." After all, he had already done his best by making people look for her, even if Sarah died, there was no reason for people to come to him. However, to guard against Sarah returning to seek Wilfred again, Maxwell asked Sherling to call Wilfred and inform him of this news. Sherling picked up her phone and called Wilfred her voice was filled with feigned regret as she, "I don't know if my sister will die out there, I'm really worried about her..." Will she die? Upon hearing Sherling announcing this news, Wilfred suddenly felt a dry itch in his throat. At the engagement banquet in the morning, Sarah's makeup was messy, but her eyes were exceptionally bright. She called him sweetly with a clear voice, "Wilfred." As if she had made him her entire world. No, she's just a fool! He shook his head and said to Sherling, "I get it. If she's dead, let her be. Sherl, you don't need to concern yourself with such trash." Thus, Sarah's disappearance didn't cause any ripples but seemed to improve many people's moods. A few days later, in the VIP ward of the Royal London Hospital. The fingertips of a girl lying in the hospital bed twitched suddenly. Then, her long feather-like eyelashes began to quiver. A few seconds later, she gradually opened her eyes. The awkwardness and dullness that used to flow in her glass-bead-like clear eyes were gone, replaced by a poised spirit, pure and bright like a completely different person. Sarah woke up. But she wasn't that Sarah anymore. She had traveled across time and space! Memories flooded her like a tidal wave. The memory of the engagement banquet was vividly clear. Sarah couldn't believe that she, who wielded immense power and respect in the United Kingdom in her past life and was known as the "Invisible Queen," not only traveled through time but also ended up in the body of such a useless fool! No, it was more than useless; a complete and total waste! However she unwillingly accepted it, the transmigration had indeed happened. Sarah had always been a person who never accepted her fate and dared to face difficulties. Otherwise, she wouldn't have single-handedly established her maritime empire in her previous life. For now, she had no choice but to live well in this body. The first thing on her To-Do list is to survive, then seek revenge from those who had wronged her! The Anderson's family, and that Wilfred, right? All these people will face her wrath! "...joining us today is Wilfred Smith, the youngest outstanding entrepreneur in our city over the past decade!" The news that was playing in the hospital room caught her attention. Looking at Wilfred's face on the screen, even though he was handsome, Sarah found him disgusting no matter how she looked at him. Recalling the way he looked at her that day as if he was looking at an insignificant ant, Sarah's hands clenched into fists. Since this man was so detestable to the original owner of the body... Let's start with this jerk!