Elliot looked at her. "So your butt doesn't hurt anymore."Sophia frowned. He knew exactly how to rile her up. She glared at him. "It doesn't hurt." Then, feeling inexplicably annoyed, she added, "Are you going to get on, or should I go on my own?"Elliot chuckled, "I'll get on."Rarely did his wife come to pick him up. How could he not get on? He asked Samuel to follow behind them and then sat on Sophia’s motorcycle. With the bike tilting forward and higher at the back, his body instinctively leaned closer to hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist, realizing suddenly that riding a motorcycle was indeed much more comfortable than being in a sedan.He had been irritated before, when Benny rode her back on his bike. But now, he finally got to sit on her motorcycle and hold her slender waist.Sophia had long grown accustomed to his closeness and did not mind his embrace. She asked, "Are you afraid?""Afraid of what?""Afraid that I might fall and hurt you.""Not at all
It was three days later when Elliot finally managed to bail out the driver involved in the accident through his connections at the police station. The driver, a man in his forties, thought that getting out of the police station meant that everything would be fine.However, as soon as he left the police station, he was grabbed and blindfolded. When he woke up, he found himself in a strange place. He was in a transparent glass tank, covered with a locked metal grid at the top. The tank was half-filled with water, and there was a pipe pouring more water into it. The water level had already reached his stomach.There was only the glow of the lights in the room. There were no windows anywhere. He panicked and struggled desperately, trying to climb out, but the metal grid above him would not budge no matter how hard he tried."Help! Help me!"No matter how much he cried out, there was no one around to hear him.Just when he felt that all hope was lost, the door to the room opened.
Sophia said, "Aren't you proud of me?""Of course.""Let's go and check it out.""No rush, why don't you rest for a bit? Aren't your eyes tired?""I'm fine," Sophia replied and went straight upstairs.Elliot chuckled and followed her up.In no time at all, she was already busy on the computer. She was incredibly fast, leaving only trails of movement behind. Various lines of code scrambled across the computer screen, dazzling anyone watching.He had always been curious about her phone. Her phone was much thicker compared to their regular ones, but he did not realize it was a computer.No wonder she had managed to control the hall's screens during their engagement banquet even though she had not been carrying anything.He stood silently by her side as he watched her.Sophia pressed the enter key, and the computer screen lit up.Indeed, three days ago, there was a transaction into Benson's account, and the sender was Stephanie."So, it’s really Stephanie."Elliot’s eyes were
Elliot was speechless."What's with that look?" He continued to stare at her, as if saying, "Try admitting you like me, for once." Sophia awkwardly smiled. "I think something practical would be better." "Don't you think I'm the most practical gift? You can have everything with me." Sophia glared at him. "You're way too conceited." Elliot laughed. "My grandpa once told me he found the girl who saved him. I said he should thank her properly. He joked about offering me to you, and he actually did." Initially irritated by his smug look, Sophia realized their connection seemed unexpectedly deep. The events between them were quite dramatic, one misunderstanding following another. She used to feel tainted by even glancing at him, but now, fate had brought them together despite their initial mutual dislike. She looked at him, tilted her head, and said teasingly, "Mr. Patton, do I need to remind you that we’re in a contractual marriage?" Elliot glared back. "Don't make me turn
Sophia instinctively dodged to the side, glaring fiercely at him. So, he wanted a fight, huh? She did not bother with words and immediately launched an attack against him.The two of them started fighting right at the doorstep, exchanging blows.Chester was surprised. He had not expected her to have any skill at it, but he was also not sure about her limits, so he did not go all out.Sophia was eager to settle this quickly and check on Phoebe, but Chester was not easy to deal with. For a moment, they seemed evenly matched.Chester grew impatient and increased the strength behind his attacks, aiming to finish her off quickly. Consequently, Sophia found it hard to defend herself and was pushed back repeatedly.At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared, moving swiftly. Within a few steps, he reached them, instinctively shielding Sophia behind him and then landing several punches on Chester.Chester, caught off guard, staggered back several steps before regaining his balance and l
Sophia kept quiet. The cards were on the table now. If it were not for her fight with Chester, Elliot would not have caught her red-handed, and maybe Phoebe would not be in such a critical state now.She awkwardly explained, "I wasn't sneaking around. It was late, and I didn't want to wake you up. Besides, I didn't know what Phoebe meant, so I just wanted to go and check on her."Elliot said, "You didn't know what Phoebe meant, yet you climbed over someone's wall and forced open their door?"Sophia’s face darkened. "Do you have to make it sound so shady? If you didn't know what happened, you'd think I was up to something bad.""You said you did nothing wrong, yet you ended up fighting with him.""He didn't know, so what could I do?""If a stranger breaks into my house, I'd see them as a bad person.""Why must they be seen as bad? Do I look like a bad person to you?"She pointed to her face, and Elliot’s heart softened. He pinched her chin, examining left and right, and rema
Ethan hurriedly smiled and said, “Yes, Elliot didn't mean it that way. He probably just finds it troublesome, but it must be discussed anyway. Whether that discussion happens now or later doesn't matter.”James said, “Since he instigated it, why is he late? Why keep us waiting here?”Edward added, “Exactly, my butt hurts from all this waiting.”Stephanie secretly pulled Edward’s sleeve without making a sound.Her heart was inexplicably anxious. She felt that today's meeting was related to that car accident. It was something she had done in secret because she just could not stand Elliot and wanted to teach him a lesson.Even though the police eventually classified the car accident as driving under the influence, Elliot would not convene a family meeting without reason.She felt uneasy but could not find anyone to discuss it with.Edmund squinted, also feeling that today's events were unusual. How could Elliot be so kind as to invite them while they were under house arrest? Coul
The two drivers exchanged glances, bewildered. What did this mean? It seemed like they were being shoved under the bus."Hey, how can you deny it? You gave us a deposit and promised to pay the rest of it after it's done. You can't just push all the blame onto us!" Stephanie angrily retorted, "Nonsense! When did I give you money?"Elliot asked her, "Do you recognize them?""Of course not," Stephanie replied. "How could I possibly know them?"Benson persisted, "Why would you say that? You even treated us to a meal. Though the name on the remittance slip was encrypted, who else but you would give us money?"Jordan felt a sense of relief. It seemed his wife was not so foolish as to leave evidence of her wrongdoings. He stood up immediately. "Of course, the money was given by the one who framed you. So, who instructed you to say this? It's ridiculous, trying to make up whatever story suits you. You’re wasting everyone's time with baseless accusations! There’s no evidence yet you