Elara looked at Finnegan and told him, "It's just a contractual relationship."Yet, it sounded as if she was reminding herself as well.…That night, Elara slept soundly, deeper than she had in a long time. She didn't know if it was because Finnegan had massaged her wrist, improving circulation and reducing the bruising, or if it was the sheer satisfaction of whipping Harvey with a bamboo cane that had left her feeling utterly refreshed.When she opened her eyes again, it was already morning. After getting up, the first thing she did was check the app on her phone.Harvey had been locked up all night, yet not once had he sent a plea for help. It was rather impressive.Or had he already soiled himself?She looked at the once-glamorous CEO, a man who had always carried himself with an air of superiority. The same man who insisted his bath water be exactly 104.5 degrees Fahrenheit and would frown if it was even 0.2 degrees off.A man who never wore the same outfit twice—if his sui
Beau's eyes widened as he looked at Merida again, his gaze now fixated on the thermos in her hands.Merida asked softly, "Do you want me to feed you?"Beau didn't respond, so she took his silence as agreement. She scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently to cool it down, and brought it to his lips.Beau opened his mouth and swallowed the chicken noodle soup she fed him. This soup was different from the one he had once stolen from the stray cat.It was still warm, carrying the same familiar taste as the soup Elara used to make for him in the past. As he ate, hot tears welled up and streamed down his cheeks.Merida quickly set down the spoon and reached for a tissue to wipe away his tears. "You shouldn't cry while eating. It's bad for your health."Those were the same words their mother had once told him. Beau swallowed hard, but the tears continued to blur his vision."Mm…"He tried to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.Merida fed him every last drop
Merida looked up and locked eyes with Ethel.Confused, she asked, "What are you staring at?"Ethel reacted as if she had seen an enemy. "What are you doing here?"She had received news that Xavier had once again brought bodyguards to visit Beau at the hospital, and she had rushed over, fearing Xavier might do something to harm him.But the moment she saw Merida standing there, her anger flared.In the past, Ethel had never taken Xavier seriously. Though he was Leonard's adopted son, he was still just that—adopted. The true heir of the Fisher family had always been under Harvey's control.But now, with Beau hospitalized and Xavier beginning to receive heir training for the Fisher family, Ethel hadn't slept soundly for days.And seeing Merida—the granddaughter she believed to be a traitor—only added fuel to her fury. If she could, she would have slapped the child right then and there.Merida stood firm and declared, "Beau hasn't been to school for days. All his classmates know he
"Grandma! Let me down!" yelled Beau.The nurses unanimously got Ethel to stop her actions. "Put him down, Madam Fisher!""You'll increase the burden on his body this way, Madam Fisher!"A few other nurses worked together to grab Beau from her arms. Once the nurses returned him to his sick bed, he felt unwell. Every time he took a breath, his back would hurt. The nurse asked Ethel. "Everything was fine, so why did you ask him to throw it up?""Didn't you hear? He ate something he shouldn't have!"The nurse replied, "I checked the soup before the little girl fed it to him. It's fine. Your grandson finally has the appetite to have some soup, so how could you get him to throw it up without any regard for his injuries?"Ethel went to Beau's side and said in a soft voice, "You were confused by your hunger. The soup that woman made doesn't have any nutritional value. Soup is meant for servants. How is this different from feeding you pig food?""I like Mommy's soup!" roared Beau.
Elara posted a clip of her stepping on Harvey. This particular clip, when viewed in isolation, easily made people's minds wander.In the video, she and Harvey each occupied half of the frame. His hands were suspended, but the handcuffs weren't shown. This made others think that he was sitting on the floor voluntarily, allowing Elara to trample on his body.Elara had also deliberately removed the audio, forcing the viewer to focus entirely on the side of Harvey's face and the spot where she had stepped on him. It was easiest for people to imagine intimate sounds in a silent video.His eyes were dazed, and his mouth was open. The kind of noises he would make were up for imagination.Niamh sent over a message she had prepared long in advance. "Elara, I didn't want to appear before you, but Harvey insisted on forcing me into Joss Tech. You know how I am—I'm used to being free and unrestrained. Now that I'm your assistant, you have to take good care of me!"After sending the message,
In a certain room, the glow of the TV illuminated Harvey's face. He would never have imagined that he would be locked in a room in such a humiliating position to watch a news broadcast.The TV showed the time, so he knew he had been locked in here for a day and a night. Because he went without food or water for so long, his physical needs were minimal. However, he had sweated earlier and also soiled his pants. He could feel that his whole body stank.Never in his recollection had he ever worn the same suit until the next day. Even if he was pulling an all-nighter at the company, he would spend at least ten minutes showering and changing into clean clothes.He recalled the year Dawn died, there were a few times when he drank himself into unconsciousness. When he lay on the couch, Elara would remove his tie, change his socks, and wipe his face with a warm towel.She would even carry him to bed. Once he woke up the next morning, he would find himself in clean pajamas, feeling refres
Harvey's shocked gaze slowly went to the bowl of chicken noodle soup on the floor. If he wanted to eat it, he would have to bend down to do so. It wouldn't make him much different than a dog.He was livid. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with anger. "You're doing this on purpose, Elara! Do you hate me that much?"He was like an agitated caged beast that rammed against its cage. The steel lock and chains clanged loudly. However, he suddenly fell silent the next second. He saw Elara smiling at him. That smile was like a night bloom."You had Abel shove Niamh into Joss Tech as my assistant. Since you disgust me that much, why can't I disgust you in return?"Upon hearing this, Harvey let out a cold laugh. She was taking revenge on him, but what right did she have to do so?"You killed Dawn!"The moment these words left his mouth, it was as if he had uttered a curse upon himself. Elara didn't argue with him. She couldn't be bothered to deal with his crazy words.She opened the d
Harvey glanced at the monitors surrounding him and shouted toward the voice receiver nearby, "Once I finish this bowl of soup, you'll let my mother go, right?"After he spoke, he waited for a long time, but there was no response from Elara.Harvey slowly bent down, his back arching as he lowered his head closer to the bowl of soup. He knew how undignified his posture must look, but he tried not to think about the humiliation of being recorded in high definition by the cameras.He then stuck out his tongue and tasted the soup. As he swallowed the bits of noodles, his mind began to lose control.He practically buried half his face in the plastic bowl, and the soup was nearly gone within moments. At this point, was there any difference between him and Beau, who had once fought with stray cats over scraps of food?Harvey buried his face in the plastic container, not wanting to lift it. He had been starved all day, and Elara had been merciless.The small amount of soup was enough to k
Theodore spoke calmly, "I'll count to three. Decide by then, or neither of you gets the antidote."With a smirk, he looked at Harvey and began, "Three…"A vein pulsed visibly beneath Harvey's forehead. Theodore was clearly toying with them by offering the antidote."Give it to Niamh!" Harvey's voice was ice. He refused to let Niamh take advantage of the drug's effects to maul him freely."Give it to Harvey!" Niamh shouted.Harvey felt his nerves throbbing beneath his skin, as if his blood pressure might burst through."Why the hell should I take it? So I can stay conscious while you assault me?"Niamh flinched at his harsh words; that was exactly what she'd been thinking.After berating Niamh, Harvey turned his fury on Theodore. "You're the one behind this! You had Elara's assistant lure me here using her name!"His voice was firm, convinced of his accusation. Sweat dripped down Harvey's face as he panted heavily, like a caged beast growling at Theodore.Theodore smirked and
Niamh stood up and moved toward him. Sensing her approach, Harvey whirled around to face her with a guarded expression."Don't bother." His voice was hard, his entire body radiating wariness toward her.Niamh didn't understand his refusal. "Let me get your phone! Then we can call for help!"Harvey didn't believe a word she said—he'd already seen the desire in her eyes. He knew Niamh had feelings for him.This woman would gladly use the drug as an excuse to devour him whole. His phone was in his pants pocket. If he let Niamh reach for it, who knew what lines she might cross?Harvey pressed his back against the door. "Stop! Don't move!"He tried to command her with his voice. "Stay away from me!""Harvey! Are you afraid you won't be able to control yourself?" Niamh couldn't suppress a smirk.She pretended to reassure him. "Don't worry about hurting me. If you keep holding back, you'll only hurt yourself!"Before she could finish speaking, the drug's effects surged through her, d
The moment he heard the name "Elara", Harvey's eyes widened in shock. That name pierced his heart like countless tiny needles, sending waves of pain through his entire body.Niamh cupped his face in her hands. "Harvey, I want to save you! Please, I'm begging you—save me too!"Harvey tried to lift his leg, but with Niamh straddling him, he couldn't shake her off."Get off!" he roared as Niamh's face loomed closer in his vision.With a sudden twist, Harvey rolled violently, sending both of them crashing to the ground."Ahh!" Niamh screamed in pain while Harvey scrambled up in a panic, his body writhing as he desperately put distance between them.Niamh lay on the floor, writhing. "Harvey! How could you do this to me? It hurts!"Harvey glared down at her with an icy gaze. She was barely covered by scraps of fabric. Then, his heart lurched violently, pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from his chest.His vision blurred. As Niamh cried out in pain, her face twisted—and for
Harvey staggered back several steps, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. Beads of sweat rolled down his brow, pooling in the hollows of his eyes. The moisture blurred his vision, yet the window remained intact, without even a hairline crack.Suddenly, Niamh wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her hands roamed freely over his body."Harvey... I can't take it anymore..." she said as she reached for his suit jacket, trying to peel it off.Harvey twisted violently, attempting to shake her off. "Let go!"He growled through clenched teeth, but with his hands restrained behind his back, Niamh easily stripped off his outer jacket.The suit jacket caught around his wrists as Niamh slithered like a snake to his front, looping her arms around his neck. She wore barely any clothes now as she stood on tiptoe to reach his jawline.As she pressed closer, Harvey's stomach churned with overwhelming nausea. He stumbled backward in panic, but Niamh clung to him like a leech as her entire b
"Don't touch me!" Harvey shouted.Nonetheless, Niamh only intensified her efforts, leaping onto him in an attempt to pin him down."Harvey! I'm trying to help you! I'm already undressed! Why won't you take yours off?""No! Let me go!"The more he resisted, the more excited Niamh became. "Why are you making that face? Are you afraid I'll devour you?"Niamh fumbled with Harvey's suit buttons but couldn't undo them.Growing impatient, she snapped, "Ugh! Stop squirming! If you keep wriggling like this, I can't promise what I might do!"Harvey's scalp prickled with alarm as warning bells blared in his head. With a powerful kick of his legs, he sent Niamh tumbling off the couch."Ahhh!" Niamh crashed to the floor with a pained cry.Harvey lay panting on the sofa, staring wide-eyed at Niamh sprawled on the ground. "You've gone absolutely mental!"He even began suspecting Niamh might have orchestrated this trapped-in-a-room scenario. But then reconsidered as Niamh wasn't clever enoug
Niamh's eyes went wide. It wasn't until Harvey said it out loud that everything finally clicked for her. Still stunned, she asked, "Harvey, why are you even here?"Harvey's face was grim as he forced himself to calm down. He laid it out step by step. "Elara's assistant told me she wanted to speak with me alone and asked me to wait for her here."Niamh's gaze dropped to his hands, which had been cuffed behind his back. "Harvey, your hands… Why are you handcuffed? Did Elara order someone to do this?"His expression darkened like scorched iron. He was so agitated and felt like a complete idiot!He didn't even want to think about what had gone through his mind—why he'd believed Elara might still be into that kind of thing. He'd walked right into her trap!The more he thought about it, the more flustered he became. Flames of humiliation and anger seemed to blaze through his chest and gut.He looked around, searching for the key, and urged Niamh, "Help me find the key!""Oh—okay." Nia
Harvey looked up toward the door. His vision blurred around the edges, as if shrouded in mist. Why couldn't he see clearly?He blinked hard. The woman who entered was already standing right in front of him."Harvey." Niamh's legs gave out as she collapsed onto him.Harvey tried to push her away, but his hands were bound behind his back—he couldn't move them. All he could do was scoot his body backward.As if her bones had melted, Niamh slumped against him like a pile of limp clay with her weight dragging downward."Niamh Jones! What the hell are you doing?"Harvey growled, but Niamh's eyes were glazed. She clutched her chest, panting as she looked at him with flushed cheeks."I'm so hot… my body's all tingly."Harvey's gaze turned icy. "Did you take something you weren't supposed to?"Niamh's head was foggy. "I just had a little drink...""Who gave it to you?" Harvey asked sharply."A waiter at the reception," she murmured, sniffing as she looked up. "This room smells really
Someone approached and leaned in close to Harvey's ear, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Fisher, Ms. Jones would like to speak with you privately."The person delivering the message was Cassie. Harvey froze for a moment. He glanced around the room, only to find that Elara was no longer there."Where is she?" he asked.Cassie replied, "Ms. Jones is waiting in the office outside. Please follow me."Harvey then followed her out.Just moments ago, Elara had barely spoken to him in front of all those people. In fact, she hadn't even spared him a glance. And now, she wanted to see him alone?His breathing grew heavier. So, she really was a fickle woman, juggling both sides! She was ignoring him in front of Theodore, then summoning him in secret?Elara's behavior when it came to men completely shattered Harvey's expectations. She had probably divorced him just to throw herself into total freedom.How could she act like this—flirting left and right? Both Theodore and Lesley had clearly fa
"I didn't!!" Harvey was nearly driven mad with anger—how dare Theodore insult him like that? What a vicious man!"Elara, you have to believe me!"Harvey had never begged anyone like this before. For the first time, he felt the sting of being unable to defend himself. He stood there, feeling completely isolated.Behind Elara, the wealthy elites began whispering among themselves."Did Mr. Fisher even get hurt? He looks totally fine. Meanwhile, Mr. Snapp looks like a wreck.""Obviously, Mr. Snapp's the one who got bullied here.""This isn't the first time Mr. Fisher targeted Mr. Snapp. I saw him throw a punch at him once.""I heard Mr. Fisher even poured a whole bottle of hand soap on Mr. Snapp in the restroom before. He must've done the same this time, dumping wine on him just because he doesn't like him.""This is clearly about Ms. Jones. Mr. Fisher's just trying to steal her back from Mr. Snapp! And now he's trying to get her alone in a room to 'show his injuries'? Please—he's