Chapter 3 It's Your Honor

From the sound of the knocking, Amanda could tell this visitor came with hostility.

She opened the door. Standing outside was Barry. The man wore a black suit, tall and upright like a pine tree, with gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose. His demeanor exuded cold detachment and arrogance, his presence sharp and commanding.

Their eyes met. Amanda’s gaze remained calm and serene, but inside, hatred surged like roaring waves.

Barry had heard from the butler that his little uncle’s new bride was named Amanda, and had come over to see for himself.

At the wedding, he had thought the bride looked familiar. Then, upon hearing her name, he had hardly slept a wink that night.

Looking at the face before him now, the skin was flawless and delicate, pale and radiant. It couldn’t possibly be Amanda. It must just be a name coincidence. After all, the Amanda from six years ago had died in that massive fire.

“You’re called Amanda?” His tone carried not a shred of respect.

Beautiful, indeed.

But unfortunate.

Who knows how many days she has left?

“Who are you?” Amanda’s eyes glanced over him lightly, her peach blossom eyes tilting up slightly at the corners—a simple movement, yet utterly lethal.

Staring at her breathtaking face and hearing that alluring voice, Barry was momentarily captivated.

“I’m Barry, your little uncle’s nephew,” he introduced himself.

As long as she wasn’t the Amanda from six years ago, he could relax. That Amanda had suffered deep, disfiguring burns—if she had survived at all, she couldn’t possibly have such a stunning face now.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Amanda’s face.

“Get lost! Then don’t disturb your little uncle’s rest!”

Bang— the door slammed shut in one smooth motion.

No doubt—this woman was not to be messed with.

Amanda’s lips curved into a mysterious smile.

The game had only just begun.

Barry, just wait. From this moment on, peace will no longer be a part of your life.

Outside, Barry was seething.

This woman dared treat him like this?

His assistant, standing not far away, was indignant on behalf of his boss.

“Boss, she’s only just married into the family and already shows such an attitude. Where does she get that confidence?”

“She should know her place. Acting so arrogantly in front of you—who does she think she is?”

Barry looked at the closed door and sneered coldly.

“Arrogant indeed.”

In Cindale, there had never been a woman who dared speak to him like that.

This woman had provoked him.

“She’s your little uncle’s woman—your aunt. Isn’t a bit of arrogance in front of you her right?”

A calm yet commanding voice, even more arrogant than Amanda’s, came from nearby.

Barry turned and met the challenging gaze of the man who had just arrived.

He stood over six feet tall, dressed casually in a white shirt and black pants. His air was refined and elegant like the moon, his features sculpted like a painting. His peach blossom eyes were coolly distant, his nose well-shaped, and his lips red and soft like pearls.

Seeing him, even Barry couldn’t help but feel a hint of respect.

This man was Brad, Benjamin’s right-hand man.

“Mr. Spader, we won’t disturb my uncle’s rest then,” Barry said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

His voice was polite, but inwardly he seethed.

Soon, he would take Benjamin’s place.

Soon, Benjamin would be dead.

Brad said nothing, simply watching Barry leave.

Then he pushed the door open and entered.

What met his eyes was a stunningly beautiful face, arms wrapped around her knees, looking despondent and miserable—clearly the look of someone unwilling to marry just to "ward off bad luck."

He gave her a quick glance, then scolded, “Is this how you care for Benjamin, as his wife?”

Still reeling from her encounter with Barry, Amanda was jolted back by Brad’s voice. She slowly stood and looked him over.

Her eyes, bright like black gemstones, blinked once.

And then she dropped to her knees—instantly.

This man… was a dream come true!

How could someone be so handsome?

Those lips—surely soft and kissable.

Those legs—so tempting. She mustn't stare too long, or she might just pounce.

Amanda had always been weak against beautiful men.

“Sorry… I haven’t quite gotten used to the role of wife yet,” she murmured, voice low and filled with sorrow.

Brad couldn’t help but take another look at her.

She was almost too beautiful.

Then his gaze shifted to Benjamin lying on the bed, and he spoke calmly,

“To be his wife is your honor.”

He would find Samantha as soon as possible—Samantha could save both Benjamin and Mark.

Amanda detected the sadness in his voice.

It was like she had just stolen his boyfriend.

So full of jealousy!

She was a little shaken. How could such a gorgeous man… be gay? Life was so unfair.

“Sorry for stealing your boyfriend. I just need to borrow him for two months. I’ll return him untouched,” she said sincerely.

But Brad suddenly looked at her like he’d seen a ghost.