Chapter 4

**Mavin**

"Who was that lady?" I stared angrily at Sir Adam.

The last thing I remembered was sending him to get a glass of water for me while I was busy going through my grandfather's decisions.

Grandpa wanted me to marry by force, and I didn’t want to.

I was the only son and child of my parents. Although my dad didn’t marry my mom, he went ahead and remarried when I was young. With my mom being a stripper and a club addict, Grandpa had to raise me all alone.

I hated women with a passion, and I couldn’t believe that my own mother was so consumed by the lust and pleasure of this world that she turned a blind eye on me and abandoned me when I needed her the most.

I was 35 years old now, and Grandpa wouldn’t stop reminding me that I was getting old.

“Mavin, you need to get married to have a successor,” Grandpa kept reminding me, since I was his only grandson.

Grandpa had other granddaughters and grandsons from his two daughters, but he never treated them like his grandsons whenever they visited, stating, “They’re all bearing their father’s surname and not mine.”

“You need to give me a great-grandson, Mavin, before I pass away,” Grandpa kept on reminding me every day, like a national anthem. This time, I was enraged, as that water wasn’t ordinary.

I felt as hard as a rock, and I was in desperate need of a woman.

I was burning hot; the pain in my member was immeasurable as it felt like it wanted to explode.

“Adam!! I will ask you one last time before I involve the police: What did you do to me, and who was that lady I saw on my bed this morning?”

I didn't want to believe that I had slept with that pretty yellow lady.

The way she stared at me in surprise with her big, round blue eyes was shocking.

I had never seen a lady with such big eyes before, and it looked so pretty on her. She blinked like a doll and stared at me like she was in a daze.

Her skin looked so soft and pampered, and I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that she was a rich man's daughter; her innocence was evident on her face.

I had never hosted anyone.

But what happened between me and that lady the previous night was something I couldn’t remember, as my head still hurt and my memory was vague.

“Tell me for the last time, what did you do to me, Adam?!”

I was angry; I felt like grabbing Adam and hitting him for daring to drug me. He apologized, “I’m sorry, boss. The Grand Master ordered me to do it.”

“To do what?” I asked, standing in my sitting room and glaring at him.

Just then, my sitting room door gently pushed open, and my grandpa walked in.

“Mavin... What’s going on?”

“Good morning, Grandpa,” I greeted him, tying a white towel around my waist. He looked from Adam to me and smiled.

“You can leave us, Adam,” Grandpa said, but I quickly interjected, “No, Grandpa, I haven’t asked him to leave.”

“What’s the matter, Mavin? Who was that lady I saw leaving earlier?” 

My fists clenched at my grandfather’s question.

"I don't know her, which is why I asked Adam to wait," I replied. I saw Grandpa look at Adam pretentiously, as if he didn’t know what he had planned with my butler.

"Alright, be fast, Mavin, as I would like you to accompany me to the hospital today," Grandpa reminded me about his treatment.

I groaned, "Okay."

I watched Grandpa turn and exit my room, shifting my gaze back to Adam.

“Can you start talking now, or I won’t hesitate to fire you this minute? Who is that lady, and where did you bring her from?” I demanded, wanting to know a little about the woman I had slept with.

I knew I shouldn’t care about her, but I still wanted to learn where Adam had found such a pretty lady with big eyes.

“I met her at the hotel,” Adam replied.

“Which hotel?”

“The LX Hotel, boss.”

I frowned, knowing that my grandfather had literally seized all the companies, and he couldn’t seize mine unless I agreed to get married or had a child—at least, even though I wasn’t married.

I wasn’t against the idea of having children, but finding a good woman to look after my kids was the problem, as all my past relationships had crashed and barely lasted a week.

"What’s her name, and which family is she from? Find out more information about her and do your research to determine exactly where she’s from," I ordered, then turned to leave for my room.

"Alright, boss." Adam turned to leave, but I stopped him.

"Wait. You haven’t told me her name yet. Didn’t you pay her at all?"

The last thing I wanted was for any woman to accuse me of rape. As much as I didn’t want to admit that I had slept with that beauty, the evidence was clear.

Her red marks and the way her body was covered in hickeys stood out against her almost yellow-white skin, which was very soft.

It was evident that I had slept with her, and just thinking about it alone made my muscles tighten.

"She said her name is Thelma, boss."

"Thelma who? How could you bring a lady here without checking her complete identity? Where's the bank account info that shows you transferred her payment?" I asked, knowing that mostly rich families lived in City B. She was either a rich man’s daughter or related to someone wealthy; I didn’t want to think of her as a prostitute.

"Boss, I haven't transferred her payment yet, as she ran away before I could reach her, and Grandpa already ordered Thompson to escort her out," Adam explained.

"Hmm." I walked back into my bedroom and slammed the door behind me, wanting to take a bath and prepare to take Grandpa Charlie to the hospital. I stared at my bedspread; I loved everything white and neat.

My eyes fell on the red bloodstains on the bed, and I gasped, "Damn it! What’s that?!"

I rushed to the mattress, lifted it up, and my blood boiled with rage as I realized the meaning behind it.

I had to gain access to the LX Hotel to find out what exactly Thelma had gone there to do and who she really was.

"But why do I care about her? It was a one-night stand, and there’s no need for me to want to see her or talk to her again."

I tossed the bedspread to the floor and finally walked into my bathroom to bathe, as the sun was already high in the sky, burning brightly.