From the speaker, Hannah Hargrave’s voice was frantic and tinged with injury, "Nicholas? Are you listening on the phone?"
"Yes, I’m listening, just say whatever you need to."
Beatrice Hargrave truly admired this bad man, who, though exerting so much effort, could speak so calmly.
Hannah Hargrave bit her lip, and after a long ti, she finally spoke, tentatively asking, "Nicholas, is there a woman with you?"
She could detect that kind of sound, a woman’s gasp, the sound of flesh colliding, and his obvious heavy breathing...
"No,"
With two words, Nicholas Croft’s response was bold and justified, causing a surge of joy in Hannah Hargrave, although she clearly knew he was lying. But since he chose to deceive with a lie, it showed he still cared about you...
However, that joy in her heart didn’t last three seconds before being extinguished by Nicholas Croft with a single sentence.
Nicholas Croft said, "Under ."
As these four words fell, a storm ensued, the sounds of beating mixed with gasps and whimpers, intertwining like needles, piercing Hannah Hargrave with bloody pain.
After hanging up the phone, Nicholas Croft tossed the phone aside, disappearing without a trace. Enduring the onslaught, Beatrice Hargrave tightly grasped the edge of the bed, turned her head, and when she spoke, her voice could barely conceal her repression, "Uncle Nicholas... sister... Ah! Sister... would she know... that we are together..."
"Whatever." Two words fell, and the wolf in man’s clothing already leaned over, gripping Beatrice Hargrave’s chin firmly and sucking on her lips, sealing her worries in her throat amidst the raging storm. Beatrice Hargrave heard a voice whispering close to her ear, "I will not marry Hannah, I will marry you..."
...
In the CEO’s office, Titus Zane updated Wesley Foley on today’s schedule, put away the schedule in front of him, and looked at Wesley Foley politely asking, "President, is there anything else? If not, I’ll leave first."
"Is your cold better?" Wesley Foley asked, a softly spoken man, dressed today in a beige suit, a hard color to pull off, yet it matched his gentle deanor perfectly.
"It’s already over." Titus Zane slightly curled his lips, his gaze lowered, feeling awkward to look at this man because... they were dressed alike.
Today she also chose a beige suit, a tight-necked dress with fitted pants made of the sa material, the pant’s hem just above the ankle revealing a small section of skin, highlighting how straight and slender her legs were.
Unlike usual, Wesley Foley’s short hair was carefully styled today, waxed so that every strand was neatly combed back, looking stylish and youthful.
And Titus Zane, ticulously styled her brown wavy hair too, letting it naturally fall over the left side of her ear, and due to the matching colors of their attire, they looked like a couple walking on the red carpet, very matching indeed.
Titus Zane knew, what Wesley Foley was wearing was from the sa brand as hers.
This unintentional matching couples’ outfit left her sowhat bewildered.
"Hmm, even if it’s over, you should take so dicine to consolidate." Wesley Foley said, holding a clipboard, looking at Titus Zane with a slight smile on his lips.
Titus Zane realized, the Wesley Foley in front of her seed like an imposter; he wouldn’t normally look at her this way at the company, with such fervent gaze, nor would he express his care for her so straightforwardly, even if he wanted to, it would be after work hours.
In a mont of bewildernt, she heard Wesley Foley slightly laugh and ask, "Do you think today’s , looks handso?"
Titus Zane returned to her senses, eting what was Wesley Foley’s slightly unserious face.
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