It was raining heavily during the night.

The pitter-patter of the rain seemed as if they were trying to cover all sins.

"The leader of the world's premier mercenary group, the Seventh Kill, King of mercenaries," a man's deep voice slowly resonated, cold and ruthless, "Now you're merely a body barely clinging onto life."

A young and beautiful woman lay helplessly in a pool of blood, coughing up blood spasmodically.

She stared at the man before her with cold eyes, her face pale.

"Nancy, I've always told you that you can do anything you want. But you must not betray me and leave." His tone was cold and indifferent, staring at her calmly, "Otherwise, the life I once gave you, I can take it back anytime, anywhere."

Her voice hoarse, glaring at him bitterly, she managed to croak out, "You can kill me... but you can't kill my...my men."

"Given your hard work these years, I'll consider it. You know you're my favorite," the man's voice sounded as if it emanated from hell, each word evoking fear.

Nancy's chest heaved violently, she sneered sarcastically, "Favorite? Training me into a cold-blooded murderer, using my comrades to plot my death... is that, your love for me?"

"No matter what you think, everything I do is for your own good. But you disobeyed, sought independence, and even wanted to leave me." His eyes were cold and merciless, like a venomous snake, "This is what I cannot tolerate."

His gaze gradually softened, and the black muzzle in his hand was also aimed at her forehead.

"I love you," he said softly.

With a sarcastic curl of her lips, Nancy slowly shut her eyes, whispering her last words, "Spare them."

River city.

"Nancy, you better not dwell on impractical matters right now. Get married and make both families happy."

"Although that third son of the Mond family is a cripple, they are rich. You won't worry about anything after you marry their son. It's not a bad deal to marry with the title of the Crichton family's daughter."

"What's more, haven't you been living and eating free in the Crichton family for so long? Doesn't that require money? Can your biological mother afford to repay the Crichton family?"

Endless persuasive chatter from a woman continued to echo beside Nancy.

She opened her eyes, looking at the bouquet in her hands, and her reflection from the rearview mirror dressed with makeup.

It was simply incredible.

She was reborn, Nancy Crichton was alive again.

She had resurrected into the body of a girl with the same name.

Nancy Crichton, the heiress of the Crichton corporation in River city.

No, to be precise, an impostor daughter due to a baby mix-up in the hospital.

After the return of the true daughter of the Crichton family, Nancy was neglected. Her originally arrogant and rebellious character only made her more abhorrent to the Crichton family.

The Crichton and Mond families had a marriage pact initiated by the older generation.

The person Nancy was supposed to marry was the third son of the Mond family, Ryan.

However, it was rumored that Ryan had broken his leg in the army, and thus was crippled.

As for Eva, the real daughter who returned to the Crichton family, she was not willing to marry a cripple in any way.

The Crichton family didn't dare to offend the Mond family, but they admired the Mond family's background.

So they exploited Nancy's past deeds and lavish spending in the Crichton family to threaten her, commanding her to switch brides.

However, from the beginning to the end, the third son of Mond family never showed his face.

The wedding was also handled simply.

But when she was about to leave, Nancy couldn't bear it any longer and swallowed a large amount of sleeping pills. Not long after getting in the car, she was already dead.

It just hadn't been discovered yet.

So that's why she was still in the wedding car now.

"Stop the car," she said coldly.

No one listened to her, and the car kept moving.

"What's the fuss about? We're almost at the wedding venue," said Delia, the maid specially assigned by the Crichton family to watch over Nancy.

Nancy said with a frozen tone, "I'll say it again, stop the car."