Lillian and Melissa had just finished changing into their seductive outfits, striking poses for the camera.
Who would’ve thought someone would show up at that very moment?
And not just one person-two!
Melissa screamed and scrambled to grab a blanket, but it was too late.
The two men stormed in. Without hesitation, each grabbed a woman. Conrad threw off his coat, wrapped Lillian in it, and hoisted her onto his shoulder like a bandit raiding a village.
The mighty CEO of the Brown Family Group was carrying someone off like a scene from an old western.
Lillian quickly yelled a reminder, “My inventory!”
Conrad glanced down at the pink suitcase by his feet, stuffed a pile of items inside, closed it up, and carried it out with him.
Meanwhile, Melissa found herself dumped onto a leather sofa, bouncing slightly from the impact.
George tugged off his tie with one hand, his movements sharp and deliberate.
Melissa gasped and instinctively tried to pull away, but George calmly tied her wrists together with the tie. Then, with a slow and methodical motion, he loosened his belt and unzipped his pants.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Melissa shouted, finally snapping out of her daze.
“What do you think?” George sneered. “You think I’ve got anything else to do right now besides fucking you?”
“You’re dressed like this at home? Are you and Lillian fooling around behind my back? Do I even exist, Melissa?!”
And to make matters worse, Conrad had seen her like this too. George felt his anger boiling over, barely holding himself back from cursing out loud.
His voice rose sharply.
Melissa suddenly stopped resisting and arched an eyebrow, smirking coldly. “I’m already planning to divorce you. Why do you care who I mess around with? For all I care, I could party every night.”
After all, the divorce settlement would be generous enough to last her a lifetime.
“As long as we’re not divorced, you’re stuck with me,” George growled. Grabbing her chin roughly, he lifted her up and kissed her fiercely.
******
“Open the door!” Conrad stormed out of the elevator.
Andrew, who had just lit a cigarette, froze when he saw Conrad carrying Lillian with a thunderous expression. Without hesitation, he opened the car door.
Conrad unceremoniously dumped Lillian into the backseat before climbing in himself and slamming the door shut.
All the bodyguards quickly turned their backs to the car, not daring to look inside.
Lillian, thrown into the seat in a daze, propped herself up and stared at him in confusion.
Conrad sat on the other side, squinting and staring at her. “You’d better give me a reasonable explanation.”
“Explanation for what? Is it wrong for me to take photos with Melissa at her house?”
Conrad’s eyes roamed over her scanty outfit, and the image of her bending over for George earlier flashed in his mind, making his anger surge.
“Taking photos? Who’s gonna see them?” His gaze turned dangerous.
Lillian shrank back. “These are just some of the goods I got in. Don’t I have to try them on to see how they look?”
Conrad had always known that Lillian was making money on the side. He had even taught her about stocks and funds, but that wasn’t enough-she was always short on cash. That’s why there was always money left in the drawers of the villa, for her to take as much as she needed.
He never cared what she did with the money, but there had been a time when she was out early and home late, claiming she was doing business. He couldn’t find her and gave her a hard time when she got back. After that, she learned to be more careful.
But it seemed she hadn’t given up on the idea of selling things.
What he didn’t know, however, was that her “business” involved selling these sexy items!
He didn’t like the idea of other people eyeing his woman, and certainly not her thinking of being a model for them herself. What did she think he was, dead?
Conrad suddenly yanked her jacket off, and Lillian was knocked onto the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“You wanted to take pictures, right?” Conrad tore her clothes apart with a single motion, the thin fabric disintegrating in his hands like torn rags.
“Stop!” Lillian tensed up in fear.
Conrad narrowed his eyes and sneered at the camera. “Stop? I’ve got plenty of your sexy photos sent by you on my phone. Now you want to act like I’m being rude? Why didn’t you say ‘stop’ when you were sexually harassing me? Now you’re pretending?”
Lillian froze, remembering how, back then, she had been worried about him being lured away by someone else. She had tried everything to keep him, relying only on her looks and body. If he didn’t show up at Taylor Mansion, she’d find a way to lure him back.
Conrad had gotten used to it, and it had only encouraged her more.
She had long stopped being satisfied with just waiting for a man who came home late from work.
“This is different. If I do it on my own and post it, it’s not the same. Put your phone down!” Lillian tried to snatch the phone from him, but Conrad refused to let go.
He held her back with one hand, selecting angles for the photos. The more he took, the more ragged her breath became. He finally put the phone away, raised the partition, and ordered, “Head back.”
The bodyguards immediately got into the car.
Conrad lifted Lillian onto his lap as the car slowly moved out of the parking lot.
Lillian was trapped in front of him, unable to make a sound. The car windows were specially made so that no one outside could see in, but from her perspective, every curious glance from passersby made her feel even more nervous.
“Now you’re nervous?” Conrad in the backseat didn’t let up, making sure to say it loud enough for her to hear, letting her know exactly what he was doing.
“You… you better delete the photos!”
Conrad sneered. “What are you afraid of? No one’s cracked my phone yet.”
He wouldn’t use a regular phone like everyone else-his were custom-made.
“You haven’t been eating much lately, have you? Your breasts seem smaller,” Conrad’s tone grew more disdainful.
Lillian wanted to curse him out, but she was in his grip, and she always knew when to pick her battles.
“You’re hurting me, be gentler!”
Conrad teased maliciously. “I built your appetite, Lillian. Without me, who are you planning to rely on?”
She could find someone else, but if that didn’t work, there were always… other ways. Lillian wasn’t about to say that, though.
Finally, after enduring the ride, they arrived at Hillside Villa. Conrad wrapped her in a blanket and threw her into the bedroom.
Just as he was planning how to have sex with Lillian, Ford came downstairs to remind him that a big client was waiting for a video call to discuss the details.
Conrad cursed under his breath, stood up, and locked the door behind him.
“I still have a video conference, so you stay in the room and behave yourself.”
Lillian glanced at Ada who had just entered, feeling a nameless anger rising inside her.
Ada, unaware of the situation, was licking her fur on the edge of the bed.
A video conference, huh?
Conrad had just opened his computer and was listening to a report when he received a video invitation from Lillian on his phone.
His expressionless face clicked open the video, and his pupils suddenly shrank.