All Chapters of Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The sound of the shower in the office bathroom finally came to a stop. Lucien stepped out with his black hair completely soaked, dampening the white dress shirt that clung tightly to his broad chest. The effects of the aphrodisiac had not completely worn off, but the icy water had managed to restore most of his senses.On his desk, his phone continued to vibrate nonstop. Lucien strode over and snatched up the rectangular device with his large fingers. His sharp eyes caught a text message that had arrived some time earlier from Isolde."Can't wait for this afternoon, Luci."The message had been sent at three o'clock that afternoon. Lucien closed his eyes for a moment, cursing his own carelessness for allowing Chloe into his office and letting her give him that poisoned drink, leaving him with no chance to reply to Isolde's message. Without wasting another second, Lucien immediately pressed the call button.One ring... two rings... until the call was automatically disconnected because i

"Y-You're... looking for me?"Isolde's voice came out in a tiny, trembling squeak, stumbling over her words as her breathing had yet to return to normal. Her swollen gray eyes stared blankly at Lucien's chiseled face. Every ounce of the anger and resentment that had been burning inside her chest suddenly melted away, replaced by an overwhelming wave of confusion. Had this mature man really fought through the city's traffic just to find her?Lucien did not answer with words. His sharp jaw tightened, and his piercing hawk-like eyes narrowed with an unquestionable sense of dominance. Without giving Isolde any time to process what was happening, he seized her plump wrist, gripping it firmly before pulling her across the hotel lobby toward the executive reception desk.Within seconds, after simply stating his name and presenting his black card without another word, Lucien had already obtained the keycard to the hotel's highest-class suite.Rustle!"Luci! What are you—ahh!"Isolde let out a

The atmosphere in the mansion's main dining room was unusually tense that night. The crystal chandelier hanging majestically above the long teak dining table cast a warm glow, yet the temperature in the room seemed to have suddenly dropped to freezing.Three well-built men with sharp, defined features sat in their respective seats. At the head of the table, Lucien sat upright in a dark gray casual shirt, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the empty seat at the opposite end of the table—the place where Isolde should have been sitting. To his left, Evander leaned lazily against the back of his chair, his strong fingers idly stretching and tapping a fork against his porcelain plate without the slightest intention of touching the piece of meat in front of him. Meanwhile, Azriel, seated on the right, stared blankly into his crystal glass of water, his arms crossed over his chest as a dark expression settled across his face.The absence of the plump girl among them turned the dining table, usually

The sharp clink of a fork being hastily placed onto a porcelain plate became the only sign that the dinner had come to an end. Isolde wiped the corner of her lips with a cloth napkin using her chubby hand, which was still trembling slightly. Without saying a single word, she sprang up from the carved wooden chair. The curvy girl hurried away from the dining table, almost running up the stairs to the second floor without daring to look at the three men still sitting there.Watching the girl leave, Evander let out a long sigh filled with frustration. The disheveled-haired man rose from his seat without saying a word, grabbed his leather jacket, and strode out of the dining room toward his bedroom. Not long afterward, Azriel also stood up, slowly straightened his casual shirt, and silently followed him upstairs.Now, only Lucien remained in the vast dining room.The mature man stayed seated, leaning back in his chair as he stared at Isolde's empty plate. His large fingers rose to rub his

The night grew deeper, enveloping the luxurious Blackthorne mansion in a cold silence. The night breeze blew gently, swaying the leaves in the backyard garden. In one dimly lit corner of the garden, Lucien sat alone on an intricately carved wooden chair. The mature man leaned back casually, crossing one leg over the other, while his sturdy fingers held a lit cigarette. Thin smoke drifted upward, slowly dispersing as the night wind swept it away, reflecting his troubled and suffocating thoughts after what had happened at the dinner table earlier.Upstairs, behind the half-open glass balcony door of her room, Isolde stood frozen. Her plump body was wrapped in loose pajamas, her fingers gripping the balcony railing so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her swollen eyes stared straight downward, locking onto Lucien’s figure, which looked so calm amid the darkness of the garden. Longing, anger, and deep pain twisted tightly inside her chest.However, just as Isolde was about to tur