Conrad’s long fingers gripped her intimate garment, the cold fabric pressing against his heated skin.
He closed his eyes, letting sweat flow along the raised lines of his body.
His breath quickened, and his movements became faster.
His Adam’s apple was visibly strained, suppressing the murmurs that were about to escape.
The air seemed to carry traces of her lingering scent.
He didn’t know how long it had been before he finally snapped out of the lingering sensation.
The fabric was now sticky and soiled, unwearable.
He threw it back into the laundry basket and looked at himself in the mirror.
His gloomy gaze showed a hint of self-disgust.
He seemed to wonder how he had become like this.
But what could he do?
He couldn’t let go of that woman, he didn’t want to.
So, it would stay this way.
As long as she was by his side, that was enough.
Lillian didn’t remember what time Conrad had gotten into bed last night.
She only knew that when she woke up in the morning, she was once again in his arms.
Conrad wasn’t a good sleeper; he liked to hold her tightly, wrapping both his arms and legs around her. As if he were a wild beast guarding his treasure, he had to control everything while he slept, feeling satisfied only when everything was in his grasp.
Lillian struggled to get out of his arms, but Conrad clung to her again. “Sleep a little longer.”
“I need to go to school early today. I have to set up the exhibition hall.” She said this while gathering her hair and heading to the bathroom, but her slippers stuck to the floor tiles, sticky.
Lillian was puzzled.
The Hillside Villa was always cleaned, so why was this happening?
Her phone vibrated in the room, and Conrad answered, “Hello.”
Lillian closed the bathroom door and started washing up.
A little while later, he came in, still naked, with his balls swinging in front of her.
Lillian almost choked while brushing her teeth.
Conrad hugged her from behind, pushing against her legs.
“Well, you handle it.” He hung up the phone and gave her a playful tap on the backside. “Come back early tonight, Hogan’s treating us to dinner.”
Lillian nodded. After finishing up, she grabbed her things and was about to leave, but then she turned around, kissed his chin, and said, “Don’t forget about the things you promised me.”
Conrad reached into her collar. “Okay.”
His voice was thick with desire, clearly impatient from not having been fully satisfied.
He opened the balcony door, leaned against the railing, and watched as Lillian drove away.
Andrew came over. “Sir, Python’s on the phone.”
Conrad took the call. “What’s he saying?”
“The car that hit Eric was indeed a private vehicle. The owner is just an ordinary employee who was rushing back to the company after a business meeting. But the car that cut him off had been destroyed two days earlier, and the driver wasn’t the one who was driving that day.”
Conrad narrowed his eyes. “Keep talking.”
“The one driving that day was a private bodyguard, who had served in the military for a few years. After retiring, he quit his job at his original unit to work for a high salary, joining a few of his friends to specifically serve wealthy clients. They were likely hired to follow Eric that day.”
Python added, “I did some investigating, and it looks like the source of this is the White family. I also checked the hospital surveillance footage from a few hours before the surgery. Daisy had been to the hospital and talked to Evelyn for a while. So, Daisy and Evelyn could potentially be the ones responsible for the car accident.”
Conrad’s face darkened. “What about the bodyguard?”
“He’s already been arranged to leave the country.”
“Bring him back.”
“We’ve already sent someone to do so.”
Conrad hung up the phone, a fire of frustration burning in his chest.
Andrew furrowed his brows. “If Lillian’s grandmother’s situation is related to the White family, what do you want to do, Sir?”
“What else is there to do? Naturally, we follow the usual rules. I heard the White Family Group is going to invest in the Brook Family Group’s new project next month. Make the arrangements for me.”
“Understood.”
“Also, take care of something else for me. Eliminate Helen. I mean, make sure she can’t survive. As for John, I don’t think he needs to stay alive either.”
“Yes.” Andrew never questioned his orders.
******
John no longer had the chance to harass Lillian at school.
He’d been driven out by his friend’s family because there were too many debt collectors coming after him.
In desperation, he turned to Fanny, but she still hadn’t recovered and had no money for rehab. John, thinking about it, decided to threaten Helen.
If Helen didn’t help him, he would expose all her secrets.
Meanwhile, Helen had been hiding like a rat in her apartment, frantically trying to contact Peter.
Now, only Peter was willing to help her!
But Peter not only ignored her calls, he even changed his number and told her not to contact Sophia anymore.
How could he be so cruel, to do this!?
So, Helen blamed everything on Lillian, even holding John responsible.
If it weren’t for John truly abusing Lillian, how could she possibly have caused this mother-daughter conflict and made a fool of herself in front of everyone?
She wasn’t a villain; she just wanted to pursue her own version of perfection!
Helen refused to accept her failure.
So when John came to blackmail her, Helen immediately told him to go to hell.
That rotten gambler, now showing up only to ask for money.
She could barely protect herself, how could she expose her address to John?
But of course, what she feared most came to pass. Someone must have given John her address because he showed up with a group of journalists to take pictures of her.
Helen didn’t even dare open the windows!
The entire room was filled with takeout boxes and unwashed clothes, her goddess image shattered once again.
Countless people who had once genuinely liked her could no longer bear to see the woman who was their idol in such a state.
They’d rather Helen never returned to the industry, just to preserve their good impression of her.
But no, this woman came out to make money and caused such a huge social impact. The people who had supported her over the years felt slapped in the face.
She’d completely fallen apart, letting the world destroy her.
Helen’s fight with John in front of the media became the latest headline.
Even the netizens who had been casually watching the drama began calling for them to disappear, sick of the whole family.
The call to blacklist Helen reached the higher-ups.
But Helen had too many classic film works, so they could only take down her advertisements and promotional content.
******
That night, while Lillian was eating, she suddenly received a call from Melissa.
“Lillian, have you heard?! Helen’s in trouble.”
Lillian paused mid-bite. “Really?”
“Yeah, she’s in the hospital. After getting into a fight with John, she couldn’t handle the online backlash and ended up committing suicide in her own bathtub. They’ve rushed her to the hospital.”
Lillian opened her phone and saw the overwhelming news online.
[Helen Suicide]
[Helen Is Dead]
Lillian’s eyelids flickered. “Did she die?”
“They’re still trying to save her. Do you want to go see her?”