Chapter 8 Silas Joshton

While Nox was watching the motorcade in reminiscence, Queenie watched him. "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Nox quickly turned around. "Nothing."

"You were enthralled, though. Why?" Queenie asked.

A smile played on Nox's lips. "Maybe because they feel familiar."

"They feel familiar? You're an amnesiac. There's nothing to feel familiar with, especially not with cars from Draco. Wait. Were you a soldier?" asked Queenie.

Nox was speechless again. He thought, 'A soldier? I was more than that.'

Since Nox was quiet, Queenie smiled. "Don't worry about it. I bet you were a mechanic. When we get back to town, I'll take you to a big hospital. They'll help you get your memories back. I'll be cashing in on that favor when my car breaks down."

Hearing that, Nox smiled dryly. Three hours later, Queenie and Nox finally came back to Riverton, a city filled with skyscrapers. Nox looked around, but he kept his silence.

After she came back to the city, Queenie got a call from Lara. "Where are you, Queenie?" Lara wasted no time asking Queenie.

Thinking about how fake Lara was, Queenie's face fell. "I'm back in Riverton. How did my family know I was at the old home? How did my father know? Did you tell them?"

Queenie was no fool. Less than two hours after she talked to her friend, her father led a team of bodyguards straight to the old home to look for her. This was no coincidence.

Lara quickly explained, "I'm sorry, Queenie. Your father forced me to. I had to tell him. You're not mad at me, are you?" She acted like she was the victim.

Queenie was still mad a moment ago, but once Lara made a 'sincere' apology, she took a deep breath. "Forget it. It's water under the bridge now. I'm not mad at you."

"Thank you, Queenie. I was just worried about you. So where are you? I want to welcome you back myself," Lara said.

Queenie, oblivious to her friend's betrayal, said, "I'm going to reach my place soon."

"I see. Oh, right. Your father called me. He told me you're with a stranger, and you've slept with him. Is that true?" asked Lara.

Queenie sighed. "It's a misunderstanding. I'll tell you everything when we meet."

"Sure. Wait for me at home. I'll see you in a moment." Lara hung up.

Lara was in a resplendent, decadent room. Her hair was permed and curly, and she was in a leopard print miniskirt.

She put her phone down and smiled seductively at the man in the room. "I got the information, Mr. Joshton. Your fiancee will be back soon. She seems to be on a vacation with a stranger."

The man was none other than the heir to Centersea Corporation—Silas Joshton.

Silas was a man with a face that had a perpetual scowl. He said nothing and whipped out a wad of cash from his bag before tossing it at Lara.

Lara didn't look at the cash. "You insult me, Silas. I didn't ask her so many questions just for money."

A sneer curled Silas' lips, and he stared at Lara. "Then, what are you after?"

She sashayed over to Silas and touched his lower body. "You, of course."

Just when Lara was about to go further, he flung her away. "Sorry, but my family has standards. We don't take in harlots."

Lara looked insulted.

"Just because I've slept with you a few times doesn't mean I've taken a liking to you, Lara. Harlots are just that, harlots. Don't push your luck."

Lara smiled bitterly, but that smile disappeared soon after. She said, "I might be a harlot, but I take it on the chin. Unlike your fiancee, who goes on a beach vacation with a stranger when your wedding is right around the corner.

"A man and a woman spending nearly three days on vacation at a beach. Why, you might've been cucked, Silas."

Silas clenched Lara by the throat. "Another word out of your filthy mouth, and I'll snap your neck, you harlot."

Lara was unafraid, even though someone was threatening her with her life. "Do it. I dare you. But don't forget, I'm not the one who cucked you."

A hint of violence and cruelty flared in Silas' eyes. He glared at Lara, as if trying to bore a hole through her, but he let her go in the end. Then, he stormed off without giving Lara another look.

A row of bodyguards was standing before a motorcade of luxury cars outside. When Silas came out, they greeted him immediately. "Hello, Mr. Joshton."

Silas had a dark look on his face. He couldn't stop thinking about how Queenie was having the time of her life with a stranger, and he clenched his fists.

"How dare you cuck me, you wench? Just you wait," he hissed, and Silas got into his car. "To Queenie's place, and call my father. Tell him to stop all business deals with the Sanderses."