“What’s the hurry? I have something to talk to you about.” Sylvia eagerly rubbed her hands and cracked her knuckles provocatively. Her suggestive demeanor reminded Tara of that time when she was strapped in the rear seat of the car and was slapped in her face. Her face turned as white as a sheet and she faltered in fear. Feeling cautious, she warned Sylvia, “What are you trying to imply?” Sylvia wore a grin. “You told Sonia and instigated her to cause trouble at my studio, chasing me out of the house that my grandparents left me. You even tricked Tristan and made him think that I rejected him because of Sonia. You told him that I met his mother, which led him to starve himself just to make a statement to his parents. Am I right?” Tara reacted with a shifty gaze. She said in a hurry, “I have no idea what you are talking about. Go away. I’m going to Odell.” Sylvia refused to comply. She kept the pressure on and moved closer to Tara. “Odell showed me a picture of Tristan hugging
Odell strode over angrily. The fury on his face forced Sylvia to release Tara. Tara threw herself into his arms and started crying. “Odell, my hand hurts…” Odell threw a look at her wrist and noticed a red swollen circle around it like a bangle. He glared at Sylvia who leaned on Tara’s car with her hands crossed and a grin pasted on her face, exuding a devil-may-care attitude. Before Odell could question her, she proactively said, “I did it.” Odell’s gaze turned to frost. “Are you having a death wish?” “Of course not,” Sylvia said with an even wider grin. “She wanted to slap my face first. It was just self-defense.” Odell pursed his lips. “Do you think I’m blind?” He had arrived at the moment when Sylvia slammed Tara’s wrist on the car. Sylvia protruded her lips and sighed. “If you choose to be blind, I can’t do anything about it.” Odell was speechless. He gently pushed Tara aside and strode forward to Sylvia. Nonetheless, Sylvia remained still. Tara was the one
Odell tightened his lips after hearing Sylvia. Tara anxiously denied, “No, Odell, I didn’t do it. I’ve never done anything that she claims I did. What good would it do me?” “I’m curious as well. What good does it do to you? I can’t even see my children now,” Sylvia added. Her face turned to frost when she mentioned her children. Tara looked evasive. She clung to Odell tightly and shot an irritated look at Sylvia. “Sylvia, are you trying to shift all the blame on me? You did everything yourself, and you are trying to hold me responsible? You and Tristan are already dating. Someone even saw you in a restaurant enjoying a candlelight dinner!” Odell’s anger spiked after Tara spewed her words. Not only did Sylvia have candlelight dinner with Tristan, but she even went out in the middle of the night to see him. He glanced at Sylvia and asked, “What else do you have to say for yourself?” Judging from his look, Sylvia knew he would not believe her though it would be strange if he
Could Tara have already informed her? Suddenly, the phone in her pocket began ringing. It was Aunt Tonya calling. Sylvia picked up the call, “Hey Aunt Tonya, what's wrong?" “Sylvia, there are several men outside the house, they’re hulks around the size of Ben and Jacob, and they’re not leaving,” Aunt Tonya reported in a hushed voice masked with concern. "Did something happen again? What's wrong?" Sylvia frowned. Odell was quick to act. "Don't worry. Just lock the doors and leave the house,” she said. It was also at this time when there was a sudden movement outside the studio. Through the glass window, Sylvia saw a group of well-trained bodyguards surrounding the entrance of the studio. She hurriedly hung up the phone. There was no back door in the studio, so she could not run and had to directly confront them. The bodyguard leading the charge spoke to the studio receptionist, “Mr. Odell has dispatched us to pick Miss Sylvia up.” The name “Mr. Odel
With his sharp roar, all the air in the spacious living room was sucked out. Sylvia withdrew the harsh look from her eyes and grinned. She wore a sharp smirk as if to mock him and imply, “Look what a good hostage I am!” Odell was silent. He felt his temper rising in his chest. He paused. With an overpowering stare, he said, "I'll give you three minutes to gather your thoughts and prepare an apology to Tara.” Sylvia smiled. “And what if I don't apologize to her?" "Then, don't even think about ever leaving this place!" The smile on Sylvia's mouth vanished. Was he going to repeat what happened and have her slapped sixty times? Was he going to break her legs instead? After a few seconds, she said, "I won't apologize to her even if you make them kill me today." Odell frowned coldly. She met his gaze without fear, her eyes shining with determination. Odell felt his body tightening involuntarily. Suddenly, Tara tugged at his arm to counsel him, “Forget abou
"I'm fine," Sylvia said, “What brings you here?" “Carl told me." Tristan then turned to Odell and addressed him sternly, “Master Carter, Sylvia hasn’t done anything criminal, has she? And even if she has, it’s the police who should take charge. Surely it’s not for you to play judge?” Odell raised his eyebrows and sneered, “Well, she’s here. What are you going to do about it?” Just like that, he established his dominance. Tristan stammered for a few seconds before composing himself. “I put together a crew of my own as well, and their numbers are no fewer than yours. Do you want to settle a score?” Odell flashed a hostile look. Immediately, Tara spoke up, "Odell, let’s let them go. This whole thing all started because of me. It's my fault. Please don’t be angry." Her voice was tender and thoughtful. However, Odell was unaffected as he peered at Sylvia. Sylvia was emboldened when she heard that Tristan brought more men than Odell. Odell had been long suspect
The car coasted down the lane. Sylvia leaned back in the seat with an iron impression. She felt like all the energy was drained out of her body. Tristan quickly sensed that something was wrong with her. He recalled Odell’s final threat before they left and said to her, "Sylvia, I can help you sue for custody of the child." The look in her eyes wavered. Tristan added, “Isabel has been living with you the entire time. Even if I can’t help you secure Liam’s custody, I will do everything in my power to help you take Isabel back.” Sylvia was quiet for a while before responding, "Thank you, but it’s fine.” It was not that she did not want to go to court against Odell, but she did not want to be the one to bring ruin to the relationship between the Ledgers and the Carters. Both were very well-known families in Westchester that had been working together for a long time. One of the reasons that the Ledgers could grow so rapidly in recent years was attributed to its allian
Jacob opened the door for them before Ben carried them into the car one by one. After entering the car, the children immediately saw Odell’s figure. Liam was slightly startled, and Isabel puffed and pouted. Odell looked at them. His face was as harsh and intimidating as always. Isabel was about to yell at him but immediately decided against it when she noticed the expression he wore. Liam observed him with a narrow look. The two children huddled together and kept as far away from their father as possible. They were visibly scared of him this time and wanted to stay away from him. Odell frowned. "Sit down." They fixed their pearl-like eyes on him with timid expressions and did not move a muscle. "Don’t make me repeat that again.” The two of them exchanged a look. Shortly after that, Liam moved to Odell’s side, and Isabel followed suit and begrudgingly shuffled over to Liam’s side. Odell swiped a look at the siblings and extended an arm to pick Isabel