All Chapters of Sweet Subterfuge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"You motherfucking crazy bitch! I let you have your way but you just keep pushing my limits!" Mr. Hardy shouted.Larissa was afraid things would get out of hand, so she quickly stepped in and attempted to break up the fight. Mr. Hardy pushed her away roughly."Get out!" He yelled, the motions of his arms never ceasing.The other patient in the room seemed to be used to their fights by now. Wordlessly, they closed the curtains around their bed. Out of sight, out of mind."Dad! Mom! Are you done embarrassing yourselves?" Travis shouted angrily, successfully bringing Mr. Hardy back to his senses.He released his grip on Mrs. Hardy, but her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted once again.There was a large, red mark on her forehead, its color darker on her flushed face as a result of her fever. There was no doubt that Mr. Hardy had used a lot of force when he slammed her head against the wall earlier."Could you please call the nurse in or press the call button on my bed for

Larissa thought he wanted to discuss something important with her, so she immediately replied, "I'm available."She had to work the night shift at the hotel on Thursday night, but after she got off work on Friday morning, she would have the rest of the day as well as Saturday off to recharge."In that case, would you like to accompany me as my plus one to a banquet that night?" Dylan asked.As if he were afraid that she would refuse him, he added, "I'm new to Covenford, and you're the only female friend I have. Everyone else is bringing plus ones, and it would be very embarrassing for me to show up without one." He even added a pitiful emoji at the end.Larissa hesitated.If Dylan had been an ordinary lawyer, she would have agreed to help him without having second thoughts about it. However, he was Microworks Corporation's second-largest shareholder. This banquet must be no small occasion.She wasn't afraid of the business magnates she was sure would be present as well. She was simply

Vivian reacted quicker than Larissa. She grabbed the latter’s hand and studied her briefly, nodding. "Of course."To Larissa, she said, "Go pick out a few gowns that you like." She waved her hand generously. "The clothes on this floor are all high-end customized designs from major brands over the years. Take your pick.""High-end customized designs" meant that these clothes were haute couture—clothes that represented the pinnacle of fashion design. Many superstars always wore high-end customized gowns with pride—even if they were out of season—to attend major events. And whether or not they wore haute couture, the choice of the brand, when the clothing was released, and the haute couture of a specific season—all became ways for celebrities to compete with each other.Larissa felt that she was dreaming—no, she could not possibly even be dreaming about this.She really wanted to ask, "Can I really pick whatever I want?" but was afraid that the question would expose her lack of exposu

Vivian did not expect herself to encounter such a difficult person like Kevan. She did not relish this experience, but she could only swallow this bitter pill as she was the unreasonable party in this matter."My apologies, Mr. Shields, I will decline her at once." She bowed lightly and backed away a bit before turning to leave.She had just left when the soft, yellow curtain was cracked open. Poking her head out, Larissa called out softly, "Vivian?"However, she only saw Kevan on the sofa."Where’s Vivian?" she asked him in confusion. "I just heard her.""She’s gone to deal with something." Kevan stood up, both hands in his pockets as he went to Larissa. "Is there something wrong?" He stopped before her and looked down at her due to their difference in height.Larissa had no makeup on her face due to the styling appointment today. In such close proximity, Kevan could clearly see the soft hairs on her face and a little red spot behind her right ear. Her skin was so soft, though h

Kevan remained expressionless the whole time, and Larissa could not tell what he thought of this gown at all.Startled, Kevan slowly returned to his senses. "What?" he asked.Larissa was disappointed. He clearly did not like this gown, so much so that he could space out while looking at her."What do you think of this one?" she asked again without much hope."It’s alright." Kevan casually threw down those two words.It was just as she thought.Pursing her lips, Larissa said, "Then please leave. I’ll try the other ones.""Don’t." Kevan waved his hand. When he saw Larissa’s confused gaze, he explained with gleaming eyes, "It’s late, just wear this one.""Oh, okay." The financial backer had spoken, so Larissa did not dare disobey. "Then I’ll wait here for Vivian to do my makeup."Kevan found an excuse to leave. "I’ll call her."He did not dare stay alone with her in such a small space. He was afraid…that he could not hold himself back.With Vivian, she had gone back to the stai