DreameNovel"Do you really think a port can tiedown? Lettell you, our engagement is just a business deal." "You Torres folks givea port, and I can make you Mrs. Welton. You get to bask in the glory of Welton International, and I get my profit. It's a win-win. Don't act like I've taken advantage of you." "From the start, our engagement was just a piece of paper. If I choose to honor it, it's a contract. If not, I can tear it up anytime, got it?" He had never truly accepted this engagement, nor had he ever considered her his fiancée.
So... the engagement could be annulled as easily as it was made.
The woman's face turned a deep shade of purple as she struggled to breathe.
Gasping for air, she slapped at the man's hand, "Casper, letgo, you're going to kill me... My grandfather, he's watching us from heaven, if I die, letgo..." Eventually, Casper released his grip on her neck with a look of disgust, "Remember your place. Cause another scene, and I'll make sure the Torres family vanishes from the face of the Earth." Susan didn't think she was causing a scene.
She was merely defending the rights of a fiancée.
"How am I wrong? You just... you've never gotten over Eliza." Rubbing her sore neck, she persisted, "Casper, I look so much like your ex-wife, why can't you seeas her? I don't mind being her stand-in. Can't you be a bit more forgiving, a bit gentler with me?" "Do you think you can compare to her?" He looked at her, a face so similar to Eliza's, yet filled with disdain, "Remember what I just said. If there's a next time, the Torres family can prepare for bankruptcy." The threat was indeed chilling.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSusan didn't believe Casper had the capability or the guts.
But she meekly acknowledged, "Understood." Casper withdrew his cold gaze, signaling the driver with a flick of his finger, "Drive." The car stopped at Ronan's place, dropping Susan off.
Standing there, fuming, she stomped her foot, "Casper, what makes you think you can threaten the Torres family with extinction? I'll make your ex-wife disappear first." Right.
Did it have to cto the woman's death? If she died, would he, in his grief, start to see Susan as her? But...
She couldn't kill someone.
Hire a hitman? No, that wouldn't do.
They would just turn her in.
Susan was timid, daring in thought but not in action.
More importantly, she valued her own life too much to risk it over someone like Eliza.
She didn't go to Ronan to complain.
Bu All he would do was tell her to endure to appease, to think of the greater good of the Torres family, calling her naive.
She was tired of it.
Then, suddenly...
She thought of someone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMr. A, who had left her his number that day.
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Susan pulled out her phone, found the number, and after som hesitation, made the call.
"I didn't expect you to contactso soon." The man's voice was light with voice was amusement on the other end, as he gave her an address, "I think I can help you." "You better." After hanging up, Susan hailed a taxi and headed to the meeting place.
It was a reputable place.
A private club she often frequented.
The man, gentle and seemingly harmless, wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, exuding an of approachability and, surprisingly, a sense of trustworthiness.
Susan pulled out a chair, settling down across from him with a composed demeanor.
"Hello, mysterious Mr. A."
The man returned her greeting with a warm smile and shrug, "Ms Susan jests. I do have s after all." "Oh?" She leaned forward, intrigued to hear him reveal his identity.
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