On the car, Chelsea remained silent, her red lips tightly pressed together, with a cold gleam in her eyes.
The bald middle-aged man drove the car, not daring to even breathe heavily.
Although he was the local head of a small family with some wealth and power in Stresall, he didn’t dare to be reckless in front of this woman!
Because…
The woman in front of him was the matriarch of the Larsen family!
In Ofrustol City, the Larsen family was a deeply influential family in the Eastern Region!
Throughout the entire Eastern Region, only a few top families in Ofrustol City could surpass the Larsen family, and people of low status couldn’t even hold a candle to them!
It was his honor to have the opportunity to receive Mrs. Larsen today.
“Madam, this is information about the Holland family.”
A young man with extraordinary demeanor handed a document to Chelsea. Chelsea opened it and glanced through a few pages, a cold smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
“The Holland family…”
“It turns out that Dominick Holland was just a discarded member of the Ofrustol Holland family. No wonder he has fallen to the point of coming to Stresall to make a living…”
She didn’t expect that the Stresall Holland family could have any connection with the Ofrustol Holland family that had been passed down for one or two hundred years.
But, so what?
When Dominick and his wife died, the Ofrustol Holland family didn’t even bother to lift a finger.
It showed that they didn’t care about the Stresall Holland family at all.
Now, when she dealt with Quentin and his family, the Holland family wouldn’t interfere.
“Quentin Holland’s sister, Sylvia Holland?”
A cold light flashed in her eyes.
The young man spoke, “Madam, according to the spies’ report, this Sylvia has been staying in the Holland Mansion and rarely goes out. If we go to the Holland Mansion now…”
“Maybe we’ll run into her.”
Chelsea sneered, “Very well! Quentin killed my brother and made me lose my loved one… Before killing him, I’ll let him taste what it’s like to lose a loved one!”
A strong killing intent flashed in her eyes.
“You mean…”
Chelsea closed the document, her red lips slightly parted, “There’s no need for anyone in the Holland family to exist.”
A car stopped in front of the gate of Holland Mansion.
The bald middle-aged man, like a loyal dog, immediately got out of the driver’s seat and opened the door for Chelsea, “Madam, please-”
Chelsea got out of the car with a cold and proud expression on her face.
Several solemn-faced men followed closely behind her.
“Go in.”
Chelsea ordered coldly, and a martial artist stepped forward, punched, and the gates of the Holland family collapsed, and a group of people rushed in aggressively.
This loud noise alarmed Sylvia and countless pairs of eyes hidden in the shadows.
Sylvia hurriedly came out from inside and, seeing these uninvited guests, furrowed her brows and rebuked lightly, “What are you doing?”
Chelsea, draped in a shawl, strode forward arrogantly, “You must be Sylvia?”
“It’s me.” Sylvia glanced at them, feeling the hostility from the visitors, “What are you doing invading my home?”
“I just want to. Do I need to report to you?” Chelsea was domineering.
“By doing this…”
Chelsea raised her hand and slapped Sylvia’s face hard.
“You wretch.”
“Dare you speak to me like that?”
She slapped Sylvia again, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
“Take her away-”
Chelsea waved her hand with great dominance, as if she could control everything.
This was the dominance she had cultivated in the Larsen family over the years!
The people behind her immediately walked up to capture Sylvia.
Sylvia’s face turned pale.
How could she, in the face of these aggressive people, be their match? She could only escape.
“Wanna run?” Chelsea sneered twice, “First, break her legs for me!”
Three martial artists leaped into the air and surrounded Sylvia from three directions. Sylvia’s heart sank!
But…
At that moment, several sounds of breaking through the air rang out.
In the courtyard of the Holland family, several black-clad men leaped in, entering the scene.
Their eyes were as sharp as eagles, exuding a chilling aura. “The master has ordered: anyone who harms Miss Holland dies.”