"I feel so uncomfortable... so hot..." Aveline’s soft murmurs came from behind him. Russell turned around and saw her restlessly shifting on the sofa. Her fair skin had taken on a flushed, pink hue, looking temptingly like a ripe peach.Russell hurried over and patted her face lightly. "Aveline, wake up. Aveline?"But she grabbed his hand, pressing it against her cheek as if trying to use the coolness to soothe her discomfort. It wasn’t enough; she pulled his hand lower, seeking relief.Russell's breath caught in his throat, and he quickly pulled his hand away. She had been drugged!She wasn’t in her right mind, acting purely on instinct. If she woke up and realized something had happened between them, she would be devastated, and she would never want to see him again!Russell got up and rushed to the bathroom. He soaked a towel in cold water and came back, placing it on her forehead.The cool sensation seemed to calm her down; her movements grew less frantic.Taking advantage of
“Aveline?” Russell glanced down at her face and saw that her awareness was fading once more. The effects of the drug were kicking in again.He quickly scooped her up and headed toward the bathroom.Just then, there was a noise at the door!Russell’s expression darkened. They were here already?Before he could react, the door burst open, revealing a crowd of people from the Skyler, Johnson, and Tudor families.“Oh my God, what are you doing?” At the front was Rina, her eyes instantly reddening as she saw the scene. She pointed at them, her voice trembling with emotion. “Russ, how could you do this to me? Today is our wedding—our wedding!”The faces of the Skyler and Johnson family members were filled with anger and disbelief.Lucas strode into the room, his eyes narrowing as he took in Aveline's condition. His voice was cold and controlled, “She’s been drugged.”“That's right,” Russell confirmed, quickly recounting everything that had happened. He finished with, “Lucas, nothing ha
The soft mattress trembled as Lucas' breathing grew heavier. His voice was husky and strained. "Aveline, when you wake up, you can't deny this happened."Aveline didn't hear a word he said, her actions frantic as she kissed him with abandon.Lucas' voice grew even lower and rougher. "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."A night of passion ensued.The next morning.Aveline opened her eyes and found herself in an unfamiliar place. She jolted upright, her heart racing. The blanket slipped from her shoulders, and a chill spread across her chest. Glancing down, her face instantly turned pale!Her memory of last night stopped at the moment when Russell had said she had been drugged. She couldn’t recall anything beyond that.But the current situation spoke volumes—had she been with Russell?Oh, God!How could this happen?And yesterday was Russell's wedding day!She…Aveline stared blankly ahead, tears the size of beads suddenly streaming down her face, her complexion as pal
"Okay," Aveline murmured softly, her gaze lowered.Only after Lucas turned and left the room did she slip on the robe and head to the bathroom to freshen up.When she emerged, she found Lucas setting breakfast on the dining table.She looked at him, puzzled. "Is this place one of your properties too?"Lucas nodded. "Just one of them. It's close to the Tudor Group, so I come here occasionally when it's too late to go home."The apartment was a spacious 300-square-meter flat with a minimalist design. There were no plants or decorations, and the overall atmosphere felt quite cold and empty.Aveline sat down at the table and took a sip of the corn soup. Lucas asked, "Do you like it here?""It's fine," she replied.He continued, "I'll have it transferred into your name later. You can stay here whenever you like."Aveline glanced at him but said nothing.Lucas' lips curved into a faint smile. "What's wrong? Are you so moved you don't know what to say?"Aveline rolled her eyes internally. “T
The girl looked aggrieved, her expression defiant.Aveline watched her calmly. Seeing that the girl had spent an entire night detained yet remained so composed, without a hint of guilt, Aveline turned her gaze to Russell.“Bring it over,” Russell instructed his men.One of his subordinates approached with a laptop, the screen displaying a surveillance video.He hit play, and the footage showed the girl entering the banquet hall, her eyes immediately fixating on Aveline. Wherever Aveline went, the girl followed at a discreet distance, as if waiting for something.Finally, the footage showed Aveline drinking a glass of juice. About five minutes later, the girl casually walked past Aveline, feigning concern and asking a few questions.The surveillance camera’s audio quality was surprisingly good; other background noises were filtered out, leaving the girl’s voice clear as she suggested Aveline go upstairs to rest.As soon as Aveline left, the girl took out her phone and sent a message.Th
Right now, the most critical link was this girl; she might be the only one who knew who was behind all of this. But without concrete evidence, there wasn't much they could do to her.The banquet hall manager, trembling with fear, was sweating profusely. "Mr. Skyler, Mr. Tudor, I swear I know nothing about this! With such an important event, how could I possibly be reckless enough to allow something like this to happen?"Selena let out a cold laugh. "And yet it did happen. Saying that, doesn't it make you feel the least bit ashamed?"The manager nodded repeatedly. "It's my fault, my incompetence. I'm willing to take responsibility, but I genuinely have no idea what happened. I'm innocent!"Selena crossed her arms, glancing between the girl and the manager. "You both claim you have nothing to do with it. Then how did it happen? Did it just come out of thin air?"The girl gave a sidelong look at Russell and said, "Maybe Mrs. Tudor and Mr. Skyler had something going on. Last night, with
Linda Slater’s eyes widened in disbelief. "How… how do you know all this?"Lucas looked at her as if she were a fool. "Was your identity that hard to uncover?"Linda's face instantly drained of color, and her body seemed to lose all strength. She stared blankly ahead.It's over… everything is over.She had thought that if she just denied everything, she would be fine, and her family would be safe. But Lucas was far more terrifying than she had imagined!Her family, who could be used as leverage by the man behind all this, could just as easily become pawns in Lucas' hands!Lucas watched her expression and said calmly, "It looks like you've finally figured it out."Linda closed her eyes, and after a long pause, she spoke, "I'll talk. You can punish me however you want, but please, spare my family. They are innocent."Lucas replied, "Start talking."Tears streamed down Linda's face as she pleaded, "Mr. Tudor, I beg you, please let them go."Lucas’ sharp and handsome face held a hint of m
Linda's eyes widened. "You…"This man—was he the devil himself? How had he even found this out?What made it even more terrifying was that he had just stood there, watching her lie, likely filled with disdain and mockery. It was like a slap across her face, draining her of all strength."I thought you might have something useful to say," Lucas remarked, tucking his phone back into his pocket. "Looks like I was expecting too much."He turned to Aveline. "Ready to go?"Aveline, still processing everything, nodded. "Yes."She looked over at Russell. "Russ, thank you for all your help. I’ll get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, you should let everyone go."Russell’s gaze was conflicted as he glanced from Aveline to Lucas. “Just how much have you found out?”Lucas shot him a brief look. “Enough to know who’s behind it.”Russell was speechless.The comment was cutting, filled with irony.Selena’s eyes widened with curiosity. She quickly leaned forward, asking, “Who is it?”Lucas glance
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