To emphasize his role and make his daughter feel the power of having a father, Harvey persisted."I can get you a professional team from. If you want to perform a dance, Daddy will connect you with top dancers from around the world. Merida, no matter what, you're my daughter, and I want you to rely on me as much as you need!"Merida looked momentarily stunned. In her memory, Harvey had never shown her this much concern before. For a moment, his sudden care left her feeling overwhelmed.She listened as Harvey said, "Merida, I hope you can try to lean on me. I know I've neglected you before, but you're only five. I hope it's not too late for me to make it up to you!"Merida couldn't tell how much of what Harvey said was genuine, nor could she analyze his underlying intentions.She simply responded to him based on her instincts and feelings. "All I want is for Mr. Harvey not to create obstacles for me and Mommy."Harvey immediately denied it. "Why would I create obstacles for you…"
Merida's voice was innocent and pure, while the teachers standing behind Harvey exchanged amused, gossipy looks.Harvey froze, offering only a pale explanation, "I didn't…"He glanced up at Elara, and there was a wave of frustration bubbling up inside him. "Daddy has never slept with Niamh! That absolutely never happened!"His words seemed directed more at Elara, and he watched her reaction closely. However, Harvey's explanation still didn't resolve the logic in Merida's mind."But Aunt Niamh is your best friend, and Lesley is Mommy's best friend. Isn't it the same thing?""It's not the same!" Harvey denied.Merida puffed out her cheeks, her eyes filled with defiance as she looked at Harvey.She even began to lecture him, "Mr. Harvey, you can't be lenient with yourself and strict with others. That's just being hypocritical!"Harvey's breath hitched. This kind of topic, involving adults' private lives, was something he didn't know how to explain to a five-year-old.Suddenly, he
Afterward, Lesley and Elara walked downstairs with Merida.Lesley said, "I'm a bit confused now. Is Harvey trying to get custody of Merida, or does he regret divorcing you?"Elara's voice was calm. "I don't care what he thinks. Every day since leaving him and the Fisher family has been a day of freedom for me."Lesley voiced her concern, "I'm just worried Harvey might continue to cling to you and cause trouble."Elara frowned slightly, having considered this possibility herself.Lesley suggested, "Why don't you apply for a restraining order to keep him out of your life?"Elara replied, "He hasn't been violent, so a restraining order wouldn't be granted. Besides, Harvey is the type to go to extremes. If we restrict him, he'll only push back harder."Elara still felt a lingering fear when she remembered the time Harvey had abducted her.She concluded, "When dealing with Harvey Fisher, I think it's better to manage him than to block him. If he wants to show up in front of me, let
Finnegan was in charge of keeping the rhythm with a pair of drumsticks. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his tanned skin glistened with sweat under the bright white lights, giving off a metallic sheen.The muscles on his arms were layered and defined, and his biceps were as solid as iron when flexed.Theodore narrowed his fox-like eyes and couldn't help but smirk. "Is your brother planning to perform on stage with Merida?"Elara nodded. "There's going to be some choreographed interaction between them. The routine Merida's preparing requires teamwork with my brother."Theodore let out a soft snort. It seemed Finnegan had put in a lot of effort for Merida this time. He teased, "Once your brother steps on stage, he's definitely going to gain a lot of admirers."Elara smiled. At that moment, Finnegan turned and began guiding Merida through a complex tap sequence on the raised platforms.Merida's feet tapped rapidly, but she stumbled slightly, losing her balance. Finnegan quickly steadi
Less than half a minute into the practice session—"Ugh!"Harvey was forced back a step by Merida as a low groan escaped his throat. He felt like his ribs were about to break!Every muscle, connected to his nerves, throbbed with pain. Harvey quickly felt a metallic taste rise in his throat, and he choked, coughing violently.Merida, standing on the raised platform, immediately asked, "Mr. Harvey, are you okay?"Harvey clutched his chest, surprised that after taking a kick from Merida, he could barely straighten up.Before he could respond, a cool, mocking voice cut in. "Mr. Harvey, are you sure you can handle this?"Harvey turned sharply to see Theodore leaning against the wall. His posture was casual as he smirked at Harvey. His lips were curled into a grin, and his eyes filled with mischief.Everyone knew what Harvey's intentions were when he suddenly showed up to practice with Merida. But neither Elara nor Finnegan stopped him because they were well aware of the consequences
Harvey practiced with Merida for over an hour. By the end of it, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing was heavy and labored. The sound of it was echoing clearly in the empty basketball gym.Sweat poured from his head like a flood, drenching his dark hair, which clung to his forehead. It even softens his usually sharp features. It looked like he was standing in the rain as sweat streamed down his cheeks.Harvey had already taken off his jacket and the sweater vest he'd been wearing underneath. His navy-blue moisture-wicking shirt was soaked through, and the fabric was darkened by sweat.He bent slightly at the waist, relying on sheer willpower to keep himself from collapsing. But his legs felt like they were made of cement, and he could barely lift them to walk.Merida jumped down from the raised platforms. She was still in her performance outfit, her cheeks flushed and tiny strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.She ran over to Elara, who handed her Merida's per
Beau opened his mouth wide, his wails echoing through the empty basketball gym. He clutched the container of oranges Elara had given him, but he looked like a small, abandoned animal."Mr. Beau!" The bodyguard hurriedly tried to comfort him, but had no idea how to stop Beau's crying.Harvey walked over. "Beau Fisher, why are you crying?"He was annoyed by his son's sudden emotional breakdown. "You're five years old. What's there to cry about?"Earlier, Harvey had seen Elara give Beau the container of oranges. As soon as Elara left, Beau started crying. Harvey now reached out to take the takeout box from Beau's lap."No!" Beau shouted.He immediately leaned forward to shield the oranges with his body, as if they were his most precious treasure.Harvey's expression turned cold as he warned, "Stop crying!"He didn't know how to comfort a child; he was just frustrated that Beau was crying in front of so many people.Afraid that Harvey would take the oranges away, Beau quickly grab
"Mr. Snapp, congratulations on acquiring Jones Group.""Mr. Snapp, does this acquisition mean that things are getting serious between you and Ms. Jones?"The moment news broke of Theodore and Elara's relationship, it caused a stir across all of Capitol's elite circles. Many business figures attended the event not just for appearances, but in hopes of catching some firsthand gossip.Theodore stood with one hand in his slacks pocket, the hem of his suit jacket creased slightly from the gesture."If Elara and I have any good news to share in the future, we'll be sure to inform you all right away."At that moment, the crowd immediately sensed how close he and Elara must be. They clearly really were dating!"Fantastic! We'll be waiting for your announcement!""Ah, Ms. Jones and her luck in love! Anyone who sees it can't help but say—what a blessed life she leads!"As the crowd buzzed with teasing remarks about Theodore and Elara, a portion of the chatter suddenly fell silent. The pe
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