FAZER LOGINCarl didn't take the bait. "Don't give me that crap. Just tell me what you want."
Killian spoke slowly, "Return all the money you and Augustine scammed from Catherine over the years."
Carl, looking like a man who'd already hit rock bottom, replied, "Sorry, I already spent it all."
Killian shrugged. "Fine, if you can't pay back the money, then one condition: sign a non-disclosure agreement, and don't contact Augustine. Otherwise, if Catherine gets canceled, you're going do
Midday. Sheila and Killian were having lunch at the hotel restaurant.Sheila's mind was still replaying the incredibly ahem explicit scenes from the morning, and the suggestive whispers in her ear.Over a year of marriage on paper, they'd been intimate countless times. Sometimes he was restrained and gentle, other times passionate and domineering, but never this unrestrained, never had he made those kinds of requests.Sheila raised her gaze to the man across from her, impeccably dressed, elegantly cutting his steak. Her cheeks flushed.It was almost impossible to believe that beneath that aloof, almost ascetic facade, lurked a soul so uninhibited and...devious.It felt like she was getting to know a whole new side of him."What are you thinking about? And why are you smiling like that?" Killian's eyes flickered up, a gentle amusement in his gaze as he regarded her.Sheila shook her head, feeling embarrassed. "Nothing."Killian:
Carl didn't take the bait. "Don't give me that crap. Just tell me what you want."Killian spoke slowly, "Return all the money you and Augustine scammed from Catherine over the years."Carl, looking like a man who'd already hit rock bottom, replied, "Sorry, I already spent it all."Killian shrugged. "Fine, if you can't pay back the money, then one condition: sign a non-disclosure agreement, and don't contact Augustine. Otherwise, if Catherine gets canceled, you're going down with her."This was exactly what Sheila had in mind.He was a scumbag, destined to get his karma eventually.Sheila pulled out the prepared agreement and handed it to him. "Sign it!"From Carl's perspective, Catherine knew everything, so he couldn't milk her for money anymore. If signing this agreement meant this matter was over, he'd be getting off easy.So, after glancing at the contents, he signed it without hesitation.On the way back, Amy sent a
Was this what it felt like to be blinded by money?Sheila's brain short-circuited.What the actual fk?He really transferred his entire savings to her? Had he lost his damn mind?Just then, her phone rang again."Hello, Miss Emerson, this is Mr. Ford's financial advisor...""Hello? Miss Emerson?""Hello?"Sheila snapped out of it and stammered, "Sorry, I'll call you back later."Killian emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a robe. Sheila stared at him in disbelief. "You actually transferred all your money to my account? Are you insane?""Isn't that what you wanted? But that's just my personal liquid cash. The rest, the financial advisor will help you understand everything."Killian poured himself a glass of ice water and chugged it down, then turned to her. "Want some?""..."Sheila: "Yes!"Gotta cool herself down with something cold.Killian sat on the edge of the bed, watching
Sheila remained silent, looking out the window.Killian's gaze fell on their tightly clasped hands.She didn't pull away.A good sign.The plane took off, and six hours later, they reached their destination.As soon as they got off the plane, hotel staff were there to greet them.When checking in at the front desk, Sheila subconsciously asked, "Can we get another room?" after being told they had only booked one.The receptionist replied in fluent English, "I'm sorry, Miss Emerson, but we have no spare rooms available at the moment."The bellhop delivered their luggage to the room and closed the door behind him.It was a lavish presidential suite, with a panoramic view of the city's night scape through floor-to-ceiling windows.Living in such luxury made Sheila feel like they were on their honeymoon.Turning around, Sheila eyed Killian. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? Booking only one room?"Kil
The car smoothly pulled up downstairs at the employee dorm. Sheila pushed open the door and stepped out. The night breeze ruffled her slightly disheveled hair, coating it in a soft halo under the streetlights."We're here." She turned to leave, only to hear the sound of the car door closing on the other side.Killian had already rounded the car, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the moonlight."What are you doing here?" Sheila asked, a note of caution creeping into her voice as she took a half step back. "Don't tell me you're actually going to sleep in the dorms?""Mmm," Killian replied, his expression perfectly natural. "If you won't go home, I have no choice but to stay at the dorm with you."His matter-of-fact tone made Sheila's blood boil. "Killian! I moved out to give you time to think things through! Either come clean, or let's finalize the divorce agreement. What kind of shameless behavior is this?"Suddenly, Killian stepped forward, trapping her between the car door and
No sooner had Clara finished speaking than Sheila emerged with Catherine."Apologies, Mrs. Clara, for putting you in a difficult position," Sheila said with a slight smile. "You can take her back now.""Thank you, Miss Emerson," Clara glanced at Sheila with a complex expression before turning to Killian with a slight bow. "My apologies, Mr. Ford."Killian extinguished his cigarette, his expression calm and indifferent.Catherine turned back anxiously. Sheila met her gaze and nodded almost imperceptibly. This gesture finally eased the tension in Catherine's shoulders as she followed Clara out."You're just going to let her go back to see Eric like that?" Killian asked casually. "Do you need my help with anything?""No need," Sheila replied with a sly grin. "I notified Eric's wife two hours ago. Mrs. Camille, who's vacationing in Hong Kong, should be at the airport by now, don't you think?""Little fox," Killian chuckled, his long, slender fingers suddenly brushing against her ear, tuck







