Eradicating the Root

Queen of Heaven.

On Carnival Day.

A car drove into the Sawyer Manor.

When they arrived at the house, two people got out.

They were Heather's adoptive parents.

But unlike their previous slovenly appearance in a vest and shorts, this time they were both dressed up carefully, with Heather's adoptive father even wearing a suit.

"Remember to tell her you love her."

Heather's foster mother reminded her as she rang the doorbell.

"Hehe."

In response to his wife's admonition, Heather's adoptive father scoffed, "Now that she's so rich, of course I love her."

"Dad, Mom, you're here."

Instead of the buzzing of chainsaws, they were greeted by Heather's smiling face.

"Oh, my darling daughter."

Heather's adoptive father exaggeratedly stepped forward and hugged her, saying, "I love you."

"I love you all too."

Heather's smile remained unchanged as she ushered them in, showed them around the rooms, and led them to the underground wine cellar amidst their exclamations of surprise and delight.

For them, who were alcoholics, there was no better invitation.

"These are all ours now."

When Heather's adoptive father saw so much wine in the cellar, he waved his hand and declared ownership.

Heather's foster mother also had a sparkle in her eyes.

"They're all yours."

Heather smiled and said, "Dad, you drink first. I'll go make you some snacks to go with your drinks. Mom, come with me, I have something to tell you."

"Well."

Heather's adoptive father was overjoyed. He picked up a bottle of wine, opened it, and took a deep sip. The rich aroma of the fine wine immediately made him lose himself in the moment, and he couldn't wait to pour it into his mouth.

Although Heather's adoptive mother was somewhat reluctant, she still followed Heather upstairs.

Heather walked behind, and when they reached the cellar door, she glanced at her adoptive father, closed the iron gate, locked it with the large key, went upstairs, turned on the phonograph, and turned the volume up to the maximum.

"Mom, do you like it here?"

Heather looked at her foster mother, who was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, enjoying herself.

"I love it, I love it so much."

The foster mother was overjoyed.

"If you like it, then stay here from now on. Plenty of cigarettes and drinks are welcome, okay?"

Heather smiled meaningfully.

"Well."

The adoptive mother was overjoyed and said, "She truly is my good daughter. With this, I have no regrets in this life."

"That's good."

Heather smiled.

Originally, she planned to kill her adoptive parents to avenge them, but when the moment came, she saw her adoptive mother's smile through the peephole and heard her adoptive mother's instructions, and she suddenly softened.

Her adoptive father was extremely wicked, but her adoptive mother treated her well.

Without a foster mother, she would either have died in the massacre of her family or been killed by her foster father later.

Fine, let her adoptive mother go. She still understands her adoptive mother and knows that her adoptive mother is not a sentimental person.

In fact, people who smoke and drink excessively are usually selfish.

With the wealth she inherited, she was confident she could shut her adoptive mother up.

Half an hour later.

Heather drove to Newt Town.

Wow.

A young white police officer patrolling in a police car saw Heather and his eyes widened. He pulled over, straightened his uniform, and casually approached her.

"Hi, you look unfamiliar. Are you from out of town?"

Are you interrogating me?

Heather gave a half-smile.

"Of course not."

The policeman raised his hand and smiled, "It's just that a pretty girl like you appearing in town makes it natural for me, as a policeman, to protect your safety."

"Thanks."

Heather laughed and said, "Although I came from out of town, I'm not an outsider. My home is in town."

"Impossible."

The policeman shook his head and said, "If you really are from this town, I'll definitely recognize you. Where do you live?"

"Homeland Road".

Heather laughed.

"Jiayuan Road?"

The police were stunned. "No one lives there except for the Sawyer family."

"It's the Sawyer family."

Heather smiled meaningfully and said, "I am from the Sawyer family. I just inherited the manor from my grandmother."

Just then, a middle-aged man dressed in cowboy attire walked over.

"Did this officer bother you? If so, I can take him out."

"He can do it."

The policeman chuckled and chimed in.

"Go on patrol."

"The middle-aged cowboy gave the order."

The police officer nodded and left.

"I am Burt Hartman, the mayor of this little paradise."

Heather.

After the two introduced themselves, Mayor Burt looked at Heather with scrutiny. "Hello, Heather, if I heard correctly, you said you are a member of the Sawyer family and inherited the Sawyer estate?"

"Yes."

Heather nodded.

"You are Rella's granddaughter, and your eyes look just like hers."

Mayor Burt stared at Heather: "I've known your family for a long time, and I know they don't want you to take over that mess. Let me tell you, I'll take over that whole area."

"No, thank you."

Heather turned and left.

"Trying to be tough with me? I'm starting to like you a little."

Mayor Burt called out to Heather's retreating figure.

Despite feeling the cold, sharp gaze behind her, Heather smiled.

"Pigo, gather the men. There's a little girl in the Sawyer family."

Mayor Burt immediately made a phone call to gather people, "We need to nip this in the bud."

After hanging up the phone.

Mayor Burt sneered, "Everything the Sawyer family owns is mine, and no one can take it away from me."

Back then, the reason he led a large group of men to slaughter the Sawyer family after the sheriff had taken control of the situation was not simply out of impulse, but for real benefits.

The Sawyer family such a large piece of land, it must be very valuable.

Unexpectedly, Rella, who was not at home, was also a ruthless person. After the destruction of her family, she took over and supported the Sawyer family, thwarting his wishful thinking.

Over the years, as Rella managed Sawyer Manor to great success, Mayor Burt's greed grew stronger, and he constantly coveted Sawyer Manor.

Now that Rella has finally died, a little girl has suddenly appeared and inherited Sawyer Manor. Moreover, Heather is the baby girl who went missing years ago. This is absolutely intolerable.

So even though Heather seemed to know nothing and did nothing, Mayor Burt still decided to eliminate the threat immediately, that's how domineering and ruthless he was!

He naturally couldn't gather as many people as before, but there were still several who had followed him and participated in the massacre of the family back then. Dealing with a little girl should be a piece of cake.

At the police station.

The sheriff also received the news, immediately left the police station, and found Heather.

"Child, leave this place."

The sheriff warned, "It's not safe for you here."

"Why?"

Heather feigned ignorance and asked.

"This."

The sheriff hesitated. After all, Burt was the mayor, his superior, but the massacre of his family that should never have happened was still his greatest pain. He couldn't remain indifferent as he watched Heather, this 'innocent' child, about to die tragically.

"This is what happened..."

The sheriff eventually confessed, telling Heather what had happened and emphasizing that Mayor Burt was about to lead a team to eliminate the threat, putting her life in danger and advising her to leave immediately.

Are you kidding me?

Heather feigned surprise and said, "Is this still the free United States? The mayor of a town kills someone without cause? And you, as the sheriff, instead of arresting the murderer, you only advise me to leave?"

The sheriff was speechless with shame.

Heather turned and left.

Her purpose in showing herself was to lure Mayor Burt over, and she already knew that the fat man who had been laughing triumphantly with his broken leg was the mayor's staunch supporter.

If the town mayor comes, that fat man will definitely come too.

That would solve everything.