What is going on?
Where am I?
When Annabelle Rider sat up and saw the unfamiliar surroundings, a look of shock immediately covered her soft and delicate face. A strong sense of confusion also dyed her unparalleled beautiful watery eyes in an instant.
When she calmed down, she looked at everything around her with her beautiful eyes. Judging by the decor, this should be a presidential suite in a hotel.
But...wasn’t I supposed to be in the mansion?
How...how did I end up in a hotel?
What in the world happened?
Annabelle tried hard to remember, but her mind was blank. Unable to recall anything, she decided to uncover the blanket, intending to leave this ghastly place.
The next moment, what caught her eyes were her long, smooth, uncovered pale legs.
"Ah!"
Annabelle shivered, feeling as if she had been struck by lightning, especially when she saw the ambiguous red marks seared onto her skin as smooth as condensed lard, she couldn't help but gasp.
This...
What...
Can anyone tell me what's going on? Annabelle was at the verge of crying.
Bathroom.
The loud cries from a woman jolted the bathing man from his tranquility. Turning off the shower, his strikingly beautiful face, devilishly handsome, was instantly darkened by a storm of anger. His firm and sword-like brows furrowed together tightly in that instance.
Women, such a hassle.
A scornful smirk tugged at the corners of Lucas's mouth. With an effortless grab, he picked up a towel from the rack, draping it around his waist. His movements were both graceful and imbued with an air of nobility.
Then, he stepped out of the bathroom with his tall, slender legs.
"You... Who are you? Why are you here?"
Annabelle, having not yet snapped out of her own nudity, looked even more astonished at the sight of a man with only a towel hanging around his waist. She nearly choked on her own saliva.
Lucas walked straight over to the bed, narrowing his cold, ruthless black eyes, which were locked onto Annabelle.
"The wealthy Annabelle Rider is really nothing special, unappetizing."
Lucas slightly bent over, his long index finger gently touching Annabelle's pink cheek. From his thin lips came words that were cold and harsh.
Upon hearing such brutal words, Annabelle clenched her hands tightly beneath the covers.
Could it be... could it be that this scoundrel took advantage of her?
This heartless beast?
Annabelle's apricot eyes, dazzling like the stars in the night sky, instantly ignited with fierce flames. Her soft, white skin was suddenly tinged with an enticing shade of crimson due to her anger.
With all her might, she pushed Lucas away.
Her phoenix eyes, ablaze with furious flames, fixed sternly on Lucas.
"What, Annabelle? You want me to recall the incident that happened recently? Sorry, I've tasted it once, it was too bland, so now..."
Lucas's large hand gripped Annabelle's neck, gently pulling her close to him.
The strong masculine scent immediately overwhelmed Annabelle's senses.
"I'm not interested anymore. I'm giving you half an hour to get out of this room, otherwise, I don't mind giving Miss Rider's company for my friends outside."
Lucas's alluring lips barely parted, his scornful words ringing clear next to Annabelle's ear, transforming her instantly into a wild kitten.
"You think you can dismiss me just like that, you disgusting man? Keep dreaming."
Annabelle's bright eyes glittered mischievously.
Coming into contact with these gleaming diamond-like eyes, Lucas was momentarily enthralled.
Taking advantage of Lucas's distraction, Annabelle rotated her ring, carefully pricking him in the arm.
She had never thought that there would ever be a use for this drug-coated ring.
Lucas, feeling a sharp pain in his arm, cursed under his breath.
The next second, his vision started blurring until everything went into blackness, collapsing onto the ground.
Looking at Lucas lying unconscious on the floor, Annabelle gave him a hard kick in irritation.
She then picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and quickly dressed herself.
Standing at the side was Annabelle. His eyes flickered with a complex glimmer.
"Lucas, I've finally found you. Our game has begun."
"From now on, I won't recognize you, we are 'starting over.'"
Thoughts of a few years ago made a hint of a frosty gleam flash quickly through Annabelle's bright and sparkling apricot eyes.
The more she thought, the angrier she got. She took out her lipstick from her bag and quickly wrote a large line of text on Lucas's chest, then she satisfyingly walked towards the door.
Seeing Annabelle exit the room, the two men standing at the door were somewhat surprised.
"The man inside is calling for you."
After saying these words, Annabelle directly headed towards the elevator.
The two men immediately entered the room. When they saw their Boss lying on the floor with a clear line of text on his chest, they were completely stupefied.
Just as they were unsure what to do, Lucas slowly opened his eyes.
Although he cleared up fast, he still felt slightly groggy.
The two bodyguards quickly helped him sit up on the bed, looking at him with a worried expression on their faces.
With the drug wearing off, his memories slowly returned.
The thought that he had been deceived by Annabelle made Lucas's handsome cheeks instantly darken with anger.
His deep, ocean-like pupils narrowed dangerously, and the chilling glint flickering at the bottom of his eyes made the two bodyguards beside him feel somewhat petrified and spine-chilling.
"Where is that woman?" Lucas asked through gritted teeth.
The two bodyguards turned pale with fear at the sound of the voice straight out of hell.
"She's already left, Boss. Would you like to... take a bath?" One of the bodyguards ventured, risking a deathly glare from Lucas.
Following the gaze of the bodyguard, Lucas's dangerous and narrowed black eyes immediately burst out with a cruel and bloodthirsty glint.
"Poor skills, unacceptable."
Mere few words suffice to deliver a mortal humiliation to a man.
Lucas's hands clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulged with fury.
Annabelle, you're courting death.
...
Annabelle, who had run out of the hotel, took a deep breath and hurriedly hailed a taxi.
"Rider's mansion."
Relaying the address to the cab driver, Annabelle finally allow herself to truly relax.
She tried hard to remember. She comprehended that she had been at the mansion, so why she was in a hotel room, could it be...
A memory suddenly surfaced in front of Annabelle's eyes - the scene of Emily giving her a glass of fruit juice.
Emily, if it was you who schemed against me, I, Annabelle, would never let you get away with it. I'd tear you to pieces.
Annabelle's magnificent stellar eyes glowed with a fierce, blood-red light.
Half an hour later, Annabelle returned to the mansion. As soon as she entered the hall, she saw Emily sitting on the sofa, flirting with the man beside her with a radiant smile on her face.
She walked straight over, fixing her angry gaze onto Emily.
"Oh my, isn't this my dear sister? How did you end up coming back in such a disheveled state?"
Emily looked her up and down. Once she noticed the obvious creases on Annabelle's shirt, a scheming smile formed on her lips.
The culprit is definitely Annabelle.
Without any hesitation, Annabelle grabbed a glass on the table and poured its contents all over Emily's face without a word.
"Ah..."
Although the water wasn't scalding hot, it was still warm. Emily let out a scream, her frantic hopping about left the man beside her dumbfounded.
"This is the 'lady' you've always thought of. This is her true face. Young man, think carefully, would your old man accept you marrying a woman who lives a chaotic personal life and constantly has men around her?"
Ignoring Emily's screams and shouts, Annabelle walked over to the man, giving him an earnest piece of advice.
The man glanced at Emily who was still screaming, and without uttering a word, immediately left the Rider mansion.
Bingo, mission accomplished.
A sense of joy after victory flickered in Annabelle’s clear eyes, as pure as spring water.
