CHAPTER 4

Mavin,

"Who was that woman?" I stared at Sir Adam angrily. The last thing I remembered was sending him to get me a glass of water while I was busy going through my grandfather's will.

Grandpa wanted me to marry by force, but I didn't want to.

I was the only child of my parents. My father didn't marry my mother, as he went on to marry another woman when I was young. With my mom being a stripper and club addict, Grandpa had to raise me alone. He willed his properties to me instead of my father and his wife.

I hated women with a passion, as I couldn't believe my own mother was so consumed by the lust and pleasure of the flesh that she would turn a blind eye on me and abandon me when I needed her the most.

I am 29 years old now, and my grandpa wouldn't stop reminding me that I was getting old.

"Mavin, you need to marry to have a successor," Grandpa kept telling me. As his favorite grandson, Grandpa had other granddaughters and grandsons from his daughters, but he never looked at them the way he did me, stating, "They're all bearing their father's surname, not mine."

"You need to marry, Mavin, to give me a great-grandson before I pass away," Grandpa repeated like a national anthem. This time, I was enraged, as that water wasn't ordinary.

I felt as hard as a rock, and I was really in need of a woman to have sex with. I was burning hot, and the pain I felt in my member was immeasurable, as if it wanted to explode.

"Adam!! I'll ask you one last time before I involve the police. What did you do to me, and who was that lady I saw on my bed this morning?"

I didn't want to believe I had slept with that pretty, yellow-skinned lady. The way she had stared at me this morning in surprise with her big, round blue eyes, admiring me, shocked me. I hadn't seen a lady with such big eyes before, and they looked so pretty on her face as she blinked at me like a doll.

Her skin looked so soft and pampered. I knew from the moment I woke up and saw her on my bed that she was a rich man's daughter, as her innocence was so visible on her face and body.

As much as I hated women around me, I hadn't thought I would sleep with one so soon. Most of my female staff knew better than to try and seduce me at work, as they would be fired immediately.

I haven't slept with a lady before, and I couldn't remember what happened between the pretty, yellow-skinned lady and me the previous night. I only remembered dragging her into my bedroom, but I don't know if we slept together or not, as my head still hurt and my memory was still vague.

"Tell me one last time, what did you do to me, Sir Adam?" I roared at Sir Adam, angry and feeling like grabbing and beating him for daring to drug me.

He apologized, "I'm sorry, boss. Grandpa ordered me to do it."

"To do what?" I asked him again, standing in my sitting room and glaring at him coldly.

Next, my sitting room door gently pushed open, and my grandfather walked in.

"Mavin, what's going on here?" Grandpa asked, pretending not to know.

"Good morning, Grandpa," I greeted him first, as I was only wearing a white towel around my waist, and he glanced from Adam to me and smiled.

"You can leave us, Adam," Grandpa said, but I quickly intervened, "No, Grandpa, I haven't asked Sir Adam to leave yet."

"What's the matter, Mavin? And who... was that pretty young lady I saw leaving the house earlier?"

I clenched my fist as I heard Grandpa's question.

"I don't know her, Grandpa. That's why I've asked Sir Adam to wait," I replied coldly, and I could see Grandpa looking at Sir Adam pretentiously, as if he didn't know what he had planned with our butler.

"Alright. Be quick, Mavin, as I'd like you to accompany me to the hospital today," Grandpa reminded me of his medical treatment, and I groaned, "Okay, Grandpa."

I watched as my Grandpa turned and finally exited my sitting room, while my eyes shifted to stare at Sir Adam again.

I asked him, "Can you start speaking to me now? Or else I won't hesitate to fire you this minute? Who was that fụcking lady, and where did you bring her from?" I wanted to know a little about the lady I had slept with.

I knew I shouldn't be concerned about her, but I still wanted to know where Sir Adam had seen such a pretty lady with blue eyes, a pointed nose, and an innocent look.

"I met her at one of your hotel, boss," Sir Adam said, and I asked him, "Which hotel?"

"The LX Hotel."

"Mm," I frowned, as I knew that was my grandfather's hotel. My grandfather had literally seized all his companies, except the ones he couldn't, unless I agreed to marry and give him a great-grandchild.

I wasn't against the idea of having children, but finding a good woman to be a mother to my kids was the problem, as all my past relationships had crashed, barely lasting a week or two days.

"What's her name, and which family is she from? I need you to find out more information about her. Do your research to know where she's from," I told Adam, turning to walk back into my room.

"Alright, boss." Adam turned to leave the sitting room, and I stopped him, "Wait, Sir Adam. You haven't told me her name yet... Didn't you pay her off this morning?"

The last thing I wouldn't want was for any lady to accuse me of rápe. And as much as I didn't want to agree that I had slept with that pretty lady, the way she was looking so red, with very red marks all over her cheeks and neck, especially when I had swirled her around to face me, I knew I must have touched her the previous night and probably kissed her, leaving all those hickeys on her yellow-white skin.

It was so evident that I'd slept with her, and the thought alone made my muscles harden.

"She said her name is Thelma," Sir Adam said.

"Thelma who? How can you bring a lady here without having her complete identity checked? Where's the bank account details you used to transfer payment into her account to know her name?" I asked Sir Adam. I knew the rich families lived and occupied City B, so either the young lady named Thelma was a rich man's daughter or related to one. I didn't want to think of her as a prostitute.

"Boss, I haven't transferred any payment to her account yet, as she ran away before I could get her details, and Grandpa had already ordered Thompson to escort her out to the gate," Sir Adam replied, and my fist clenched.

"Hmm, leave then and search for her," I dismissed Sir Adam and finally walked back into my bedroom.

I slammed my bedroom door closed as I wanted to take a bath. I had to prepare to take Grandpa Charlie to the hospital. I stared at my white bedspread, as I loved everything white and neat around me.

But my eyes fell on the red, blood-stained spot on the white bedsheet, and I gasped, "What's that?"

I rushed up to the white bedspread and picked it up. My blood boiled, wanting to know exactly what it meant.

Damn it! I had to gain access to the LX Hotel to find out what exactly Thelma went there for and who she was.

"But why do I care about her anyway? It was a one-night stand between us. There's no need for me to want to see her again. I dislike women, and I don't plan to speak with her again," I encouraged myself and tossed the white bedspread on the floor.

I immediately called the maids' line to come tidy up my bedroom and pick up the white bedspread before I went into my bathroom to bathe.