The tense atmosphere dissolved, giving way to a bone-chilling cold.Both Lucas and Aveline turned to see Sidney emerging from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His short hair was damp, and though his frame was slender, it was covered with a thin layer of muscle, giving him a youthful yet powerful appearance.Lucas suddenly grabbed Aveline by her wrist and yanked her forward roughly. His icy voice cut through the air, "Aveline, what are you doing, hmm? Hiding a man in your home?"Lucas radiated danger, his piercing eyes fixed on Aveline as if he wanted to bore a hole through her. Rage surged within him, spreading throughout his chest.She had brought a man home! If he hadn't come over tonight, would they have ended up in bed together?And she had even cooked a whole meal for him!Ha!Lucas realized he had been far too lenient with her.Aveline winced in pain, her face paling as she struggled to free her wrist. But Lucas' grip was too strong, and the pressure only hurt her
Sidney grabbed her arm, his eyes wary as he faced Lucas. "Mr. Tudor, there's nothing going on between Aveline and me. Don't hurt her!"He stood protectively, but his face was pale, and he occasionally coughed, clutching his stomach where Lucas had kicked him. Aveline's concern grew as she looked at Sidney. She couldn't let him stay here any longer. She turned and went to the bathroom to retrieve his half-dried clothes."Sidney, put on your clothes and leave now!" she urged, standing between Sidney and Lucas, facing Sidney, and frantically signaling for him to leave. If he stayed, it would only get worse for everyone. Lucas' anger would spell trouble for them both.Sidney saw the urgency in her eyes, hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright."He quickly dressed and said, "I'll send you a message in an hour. If you don't reply, I'll call the police."Aveline responded, "I'll be fine. Just go!"Lucas' face was growing darker by the second. If this dragged on, things could turn d
Lucas' gaze was dark and menacing, his presence radiating an icy chill. His movements were forceful and rough, devoid of any gentleness. Aveline felt like she was dying on the bed—truly dying.At first, she tried to endure the pain, but soon it became unbearable, and she began to cry out in agony."Lucas, let me go, it hurts... it hurts so much..."Her struggles were weak because she had no strength left. Lucas, however, kissed away her tears without an ounce of compassion.Aveline lay sprawled on the bed, blood spots staining the sheets. Her entire body trembled with pain, her fingers clutching the sheets tightly."It hurts... it hurts..." she whimpered faintly.Lucas looked at her, seeing her battered like a ragdoll, her pale skin marked everywhere by him. He scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom.The moment he touched her, Aveline shivered uncontrollably, a deep-rooted fear shaking her to her core.Sensing her change, Lucas' expression darkened further. His jaw tightened,
She tried to get up, but the pain coursing through her body forced her back onto the bed. Her face turned ghostly pale. Bastard!Thinking about what Lucas had done made Aveline's eyes well up with tears, but she fought them back, knowing that crying wouldn't help.She had brought this upon herself. She should never have agreed to his demands! Pretending to play along had led her to this. She would be better off dead, ending it all!Aveline pulled the blanket over herself, trying to calm down. After some time, she finally stabilized her emotions and got up, dragging her sore legs to wash up.When she emerged, she saw Lucas sitting on the sofa in the living room, exuding a cold aura. Without glancing at him, she walked straight past.Lucas withdrew his gaze and spoke into the phone. "Extract the footage from Aveline's car's dashcam."She mentioned being attacked last night. Since the underground parking lot had no surveillance, he had no idea what really happened."Yes," Desmond replied
By the time Sophia realized that everything she had bought was defective, it would be too late to hold anyone accountable as those involved would have already disappeared. The people Sasha had arranged to contact Sophia were all from shell companies, specializing in scams.Aveline's eyes brightened as she asked, "How much did she invest?"Sasha couldn't hide her amusement. "She put in all the available funds of her company."Aveline was surprised that Sophia had gambled so recklessly. All her investment had now gone down the drain.Sasha continued, "This failure is a significant blow to her. Not only did she fail to deliver results, but her company now needs family support to stay afloat. My father is very disappointed in her and has ordered her to secure Lucas. Aveline, the next step is up to you."Aveline took a deep breath and said, "Got it."After hanging up, a look of determination appeared in her eyes. She could ignore many things, but she had to settle this score. If Sophia wan
The whip lashed across Lucas' body, and he winced slightly. Hearing Frederick's words, he retorted sarcastically, "If you hate me that much, you might as well kill me now.""You think I don't want to?" Frederick panted, exhausted from the beating, his eyes filled with malice. "Once I find Leo, I'll gladly kill you!"Lucas' clothes were torn, and his arms and back were bleeding, presenting a gruesome sight. He looked at Frederick mockingly. "Well, you might never see him, even in death.""You ungrateful son!" Frederick's chest heaved with anger, raising the whip to strike again.Lucas stood up and said coldly, "Save your strength for next time. I have things to do.""Stop right there!" Frederick shouted, trembling with rage, pointing a shaking finger at him. But Lucas never listened to him. He had knelt down and taken the beating today for reasons Frederick couldn't fathom.Despite this, Frederick felt no satisfaction, only increased fury. He couldn't help but think how much better it
Aveline paused, wondering if he had forgotten about what happened before."Let's meet and talk," she said.Lucas, feeling the stinging pain on his body, replied with the same cold tone, "Fine."He hung up and sent her a message, instructing her to come to the Tudor residence.Aveline saw the message and frowned. The events of that night had left her with a strong aversion to the Tudor residence, but at this point, she had no choice.Lucas's tone seemed cold and impatient, which made her feel even more frustrated. How could he be the one lacking patience? It was his idea to pretend.Aveline gathered her composure and set off for the Tudor residence.The butler greeted her with a smile. "Mrs. Tudor, would you like something to drink?""Just water," Aveline replied.The butler nodded and instructed someone to bring it. Aveline waited patiently.About half an hour later, Lucas' tall figure appeared in the room. Aveline looked at him and stood up. "I'm here to talk about what happened last
"If you beg me, I might agree to keep up the act," the man's clear voice rang out behind her.Aveline paused, her tone cold. "I'd rather die."He wanted her to beg him? In his dreams!Lucas chuckled softly. "So full of pride. Think about everything you've been through: a man like Darren constantly trying to kill you, Sophia scheming against you at every turn. Who else might come after you? How much longer can you endure? Dying sounds easy, but do you really have the courage to go through with it?"His words struck her heart like a hammer, breaking down her resolve. Her steps slowed, and she clenched her bag tightly. She was unwilling to give up. Otherwise, she wouldn't have contacted Lucas today. Did she really dare to die? How could she, with so many things left undone?Aveline closed her eyes, knowing that stepping back meant endless entanglement with him. He could easily walk away, but what about her? In the end, wouldn't she still be left battered and bruised? Fighting alone o
Jolie stirred, her eyes fluttering open in the dimly lit cabin. The sharp, handsome features of the man before her were so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. His lips, carrying his familiar scent, gently traced hers, as if torn between waking her and letting her sleep. Her breath hitched, a brief moment of confusion washing over her. Gavin noticed and, in response, pressed a firm kiss to her lips. "Did I wake you?" "You did that on purpose," Jolie replied, her voice soft and husky from sleep. "Mm." Gavin didn’t deny it, his tone unapologetic as he leaned down to kiss her again. Still groggy, Jolie found herself caught off guard, his lips capturing hers with a growing intensity. By the time she realized what was happening, he had deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing and tangling with hers in an intoxicating rhythm. Her breath quickened, and she instinctively pushed against him. Gavin pulled back, only to trail kisses along her cheek and down her neck, his
The night air was cool, a gentle breeze slipping through the car window and lifting the strands of hair framing her face. They fluttered across her vision, briefly distracting her, yet she could still clearly see his eyes. At that moment, the unease and uncertainty stirring in her chest melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm. It felt as though there was nothing he couldn’t handle. As long as he wanted to. Jolie smiled softly and said, "Alright." When they arrived at the private airstrip, the captain came forward to exchange a few words with Gavin. Standing nearby, Jolie watched and couldn’t resist asking, "How long will you be staying?" Gavin glanced at her. "How long do you want me to stay?" The overly intimate tone of his words, spoken with such casual ease, caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed immediately—especially since there were others around to hear it. Lowering her gaze shyly, she murmured, "You can stay as long as you want." She turned he
Gavin looked at her, his gaze steady, and replied in a calm voice, "You’ve got the leverage to do it." Oh... Jolie’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse momentarily thrown off rhythm. What was this feeling? It was as if someone was spoiling her, cherishing her unconditionally. Even though it was just a simple conversation, it carried a warmth she couldn’t ignore. For a moment, she realized that what she once thought was affection and care had been nothing but an illusion. A smile unconsciously curved on her lips as her eyes lit up. "Does this mean I can walk around Larbor City like I own the place?" Gavin raised an eyebrow. "Are you a crab?" Jolie burst into laughter, her mood instantly lifted by his quick-witted remark. Her earlier irritation dissipated, replaced by lightheartedness. Whether or not he meant it, the fact that he sided with her made her happy. "I’m full. Should we head out?" she asked, her appetite long gone after everything that had happened earlier.
The girl stared in disbelief, her hands clutching her face. "You hit me?" Jolie blinked innocently at her. "Weren’t you the one insisting I hit you earlier? I just gave you another slap to match your story. You should be used to it by now." "Jolie Quin!" Ian had reached his limit, his voice full of anger as he glared at her. "Apologize to her!" Jolie glanced at him, her expression calm but icy. "Get lost." She had thought he might be reasonable, but clearly, he was blinded by infatuation. She had no patience to deal with him any longer and turned to leave. Before she could take a step, Ian grabbed her arm roughly. "Jolie, you’re not leaving without apologizing! I don’t think I’ve ever wronged you, have I? We used to get along just fine, didn’t we?" "Let go," Jolie said, her brows knitting in disgust. She hated being touched, especially by someone she considered beneath her. Ian tightened his grip, his hand digging into her arm hard enough to cause pain. "Jolie, yo
Jolie was completely baffled, a string of question marks running through her mind. But when the girl suddenly dropped to her knees, it genuinely startled her.She quickly reached out to help her up. "Get up first. We can talk properly."Before Jolie could react, the girl grabbed her hand and slapped herself hard across the face with it.Smack!The crisp sound echoed in the quiet hallway, leaving Jolie frozen in shock."Why did you hit me?" The girl, who had just been crying like an innocent damsel in distress, now clutched her face and loudly accused her. "Ian and I are the real couple! You’re the one coming between us. How could you hit me?"Jolie blinked, completely dumbfounded, as the girl’s voice rang out.A few passersby paused, glancing over to witness the commotion.Meanwhile, Ian, who had been waiting and wondering why his girlfriend hadn’t returned, came looking for her. The scene he walked into—his girlfriend on the ground, crying and accusing Jolie—made him stride forward,
The person in the hallway glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away, as though she were a stranger. Jolie’s hand, lifted halfway to wave, stalled in mid-air.What... was that? Gavin noticed her reaction and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," Jolie replied, shaking her head and brushing it off. The man outside was Ian. Pretending not to know her was probably his way of avoiding unnecessary trouble—after all, they had already "broken up." The door to their private room shut completely, and Gavin hadn’t seen Ian or his group. He turned back to her and asked, "Do you come here often?" "Yeah," Jolie nodded. "I come here a lot with friends." So, this was one of her favorite hidden gems. The fact that she was willing to share it with him felt significant somehow. Gavin caught himself lingering on that thought and was momentarily taken aback by his own reaction. He kept his expression neutral, not letting on what had crossed his mind. The food arrived qui
The reason it wasn’t the same was simple—her plan would fall apart if she got caught.Of course, that wasn’t something she could admit.Jolie simply said, "I just don’t want any unnecessary complications. Since you’ve already arranged the flight, let’s just leave directly."Gavin’s dark eyes fixed on her for a moment, but he didn’t press the issue.It was clear she didn’t want to talk about it any further, so he let it drop.When the elevator doors opened, the two of them walked out together. A car was already waiting at the entrance. Gavin, ever the gentleman, opened the door for her.The car pulled away from Cooper Enterprises, and Gavin asked, "What do you want to eat?"Jolie, busy typing on her phone, replied, "I know a good restaurant."It was a cozy place she loved, one she often visited with her friends."Alright," Gavin replied, pulling out his phone to respond to some emails. With his work condensed into such a tight schedule, he seized every spare moment to handle it.Jolie p
Gavin suddenly recalled Wilfried's words, "That girl doesn’t even like you."Lowering his gaze slightly, Gavin pushed the thought aside without explanation, his expression remaining cool and indifferent as he watched her. After Jolie finished looking through the photos, she turned to him and asked, "Why do you have pictures of all these women?" "My father brought them over," Gavin replied. "Oh." Jolie nodded knowingly and didn’t press further. It was easy enough to figure out—the Cooper family obviously wanted him to consider an arranged marriage, so they sent over these photos for him to choose from. She could understand that. In fact, she even helped him look through them, just in case one of these women turned out to be a good match for him. After all, their relationship wasn’t meant to last forever. When he grew tired of her and she had her fun, they’d part ways, and everything would return to normal. As she neatly organized the photos and placed them back on the ta
It was Jolie’s first time visiting Cooper Enterprises, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity about the place.No, to be precise, it was her first time stepping into any corporate office. The Quin family also had company, but she had never visited, nor had Daisy or Terence ever asked her to.The private elevator for the CEO was stunningly opulent, its polished surface gleaming like a mirror, perfectly reflecting their images. Jolie’s heart began to race with an inexplicable excitement.The assistant glanced at her and said with a warm smile, "Miss Quin, there’s no need to be nervous. Mr. Cooper will definitely be delighted to see you."Jolie nodded and replied, "I’m not nervous."The elevator moved swiftly, and as they neared the executive office, Jolie adjusted her cap and mask, pulling them snugly to hide her face as much as possible.Meanwhile, near the adjacent employee elevator, Rosalie was holding a stack of files, ready to head downstairs.She froze the moment she s