At Terry's residence, Amelia dialled Dickson's number over ten times, but there was no response. Anxiously observing, Stella inquired, "What's happening? Did the call go through?"Amelia sighed, expressing her disappointment. "No, Dickson has been consistently ignoring my calls."Upon hearing this, Stella grew even more uneasy. She remarked, "Oh no, this is becoming troublesome. Listen to me, quickly go to his office and find him.""Friend, I really don't want to go," Amelia protested.Stella appeared displeased. "You have to go, whether you want to or not!" she insisted. "If you're reluctant to go alone, I'll accompany you! Let's go. Hurry and change your clothes."Amelia pounded the sofa impatiently. "Stella, can you not pressure me like this?" she complained. "It's bothering me. Do you realise that?""I'm doing this because I'm concerned about you," Stella explained. "If your marriage with Mr. Dickson falls apart, considering how our family will fare in the future. How will others
Amanda struggled to breathe five minutes later, as Dickson, with reluctance, finally released his grip on her. Had she not been injured the day before, and had he not wished to avoid causing her further harm, he wouldn't have restrained himself.Amanda's body felt feeble as she collapsed onto the chair, casting a fearful gaze at Dickson. She pleaded, "Dickson, don't touch me again..." Her fear of him was palpable, a result of his overwhelming dominance and strength. Some women might enjoy the sensation of submission, but for her, it was unbearable.Despite Amanda's beauty, her eyes were now filled with tears and fear, resembling a frightened deer. Dickson, moved by her vulnerability, embraced her gently and instructed, "Be good and listen to me. You're not allowed to think about anything else, and you're not allowed to date other men."Amanda, rendered speechless, felt her heart skip a beat. "Did you hear that?" Dickson asked, lifting her chin and locking eyes with her.Amanda's eyes
"Dickson...""Hurry up," Dickson said.Amelia had no choice but to rise and leave the restaurant with him.After getting back into the car, Dickson remained silent. He started the ignition as soon as Amelia fastened her seatbelt.Just as the car exited the car park, they happened to spot a silver Bentley approaching them.Dickson felt a sudden shock upon recognizing the car that he suspected belonged to Amanda.He glanced at the licence plate, confirming it was indeed Amanda's car.He presumed that Amanda had also come to this place to dine.Reflecting on this, Dickson wore a displeased expression, suspecting that Amanda might have arranged a meeting with someone. It was uncommon for someone to visit such a high-end restaurant alone."Melia, I have something to attend to now," Dickson mentioned, abruptly pressing the brake and bringing the car to a stop on the roadside. "Please arrange a taxi for yourself."Amelia was startled by the sudden halt of the car, and she looked at Dickson i
Andrew called multiple times, but Amanda didn't answer. Faced with no other option, Andrew resorted to leaving several voice messages for Amanda, expressing concern about her whereabouts. Despite being already present, Amanda failed to respond to the calls as her phone incessantly signalled new messages on Messenger. This caught the attention of Dickson, who, upon realising the gravity of the situation, demanded to see Amanda's phone. Amanda, agitated while driving, resisted Dickson's request, fearing his reaction to Andrew's messages. Tensions escalated as Dickson insisted on taking control of the situation, causing a scene in the car."Quickly hand over the phone!" demanded Dickson, persisting in his attempt to seize the device despite Amanda's protests.In a moment of panic, Amanda turned the steering wheel, causing the car to abruptly swerve out of its lane, narrowly avoiding a collision with the vehicle behind her. Amanda, now terrified and perspiring, brought the car to a halt i
Witnessing this, Jack was so alarmed that he dared not utter a word. Swiftly, he retrieved a tissue and handed it to Dickson, who used it to wipe his face. Suddenly, a thought struck Dickson, and he suggested, "By the way, let's take a round on the overpass now. Turn around. Get on the overpass!"Several cars swiftly ascended the overpass once again. Soon, they reached the spot where Dickson had discarded Amanda's phone. "Here it is," Dickson declared. "Stop!""Stop!" the driver promptly pulled over."Find a few professional divers and recover the phone for me!" Dickson ordered.Jack was left speechless, his displeasure evident. "It seems that Mr. Dickson has tossed a cell phone again," he pondered. "And this time, he throws it into the sea!" He found it a bit peculiar, considering that in the past, Dickson would promptly replace a smashed phone."Understood, Mr. Dickson!" Jack acknowledged.Left behind by Dickson, Amelia, fueled by anger, embarked on a search for Eric. In front of a
Lizzy felt compelled to follow Amanda's orders and, reluctantly, she turned off her phone. When Dickson called back, a customer service message informed him that Lizzy's phone was switched off. Frustrated, Dickson cursed and tossed his phone onto the table, exasperated by Lizzy not taking him seriously.Once submissive and humble in his presence, she now displayed surprising arrogance. Truly, women could be unpredictable. "John, locate Amanda's current position," commanded Dickson."Understood, Mr. Dickson," replied John before leaving the office. Jack entered, and the two exchanged anxious glances, quickly attending to their tasks. "Mr. Dickson seems quite irritable today," they thought. "We need to be extremely cautious.""Mr. Dickson, the phone is repaired," reported Jack."Bring it here!" Dickson demanded."Here you go," Jack respectfully handed over the fixed phone.Amanda's phone was now restored, with the password unlocked and the data recovered.Dickson powered on the phone an
Unexpectedly, Amanda found herself pursued by Dickson all the way to the hotel, where he once again asserted dominance over her. This triggered a depressive episode for Amanda. The sound of heavy knocks echoed as Dickson forcefully tapped on the bathroom door."Amanda, what are you doing in there? Get out now! If you keep staying inside, I'll break in!" he shouted. Despite the urgency in his tone, Amanda neither responded nor opened the door. In a panic, Dickson held his breath and strained to listen, but there was complete silence. Filled with anxiety, he kicked the bathroom door open.Upon turning on the lights, Dickson discovered Amanda curled up in the bathtub, her eyes tightly shut and face immersed in the water. Concerned, he questioned, "Amanda, what are you doing?" No response came; it appeared that she had already lost consciousness. Distressed, Dickson hastily pulled Amanda out of the water, repeatedly calling her name in alarm.Amanda had lost consciousness, her body limp a
Lizzy nervously inquired, "How's Miss Amanda?" A few bodyguards stationed at the ward's entrance obstructed their path. "You can't enter!" they declared. Undeterred, Lizzy insisted, "We need to see Miss Amanda!" The response was firm, "She's still asleep. No entry allowed." Lizzy reluctantly conceded, "Fine, we'll observe from outside."Inside the ward, Amanda, regaining consciousness, attempted to rise but faltered. Observing this, Dickson hastened to assist her, saying, "Mandy, what do you need? I'll take care of it." Weakened, Amanda queried, "Where am I?" Dickson replied, "You're in a hospital." Astonished, Amanda exclaimed, "Hospital? Why am I here?" Dickson, gripping her hand, expressed concern, "Mandy, I'm sorry. Please don't do that again. You scared me half to death!"Dickson's eyes welled up with emotion; he had spent the entire night worrying without rest. Amanda gradually recollected the previous night's events. She realised, "I had a depression attack in the bathtub, and