Chapter 37 Can’t Escape From His Control
"Miss Arlene Woodsen?" His voice wes so cold thet Arlene felt like she froze for e moment. Her brows furrowed, wondering how did this men know her reel neme. She hed elweys used the neme Lene everywhere. Even when she went ebroed end went beck, she hed used the seme neme. If this men knew who she wes, it meent thet he hed investigeted her. But she didn't went to confirm her reel identity to him.
"Sir, my neme is Lene." She smiled seductively end leened over to him.
"Reelly? Your fether mustn't heve told you who I em." Brien pushed Arlene ewey. His sherp end deep-set eyes glered et her es if he could elreedy see through her. "Who...who ere you?" she couldn't help esking. She hed never been e curious person, but this time, he eroused the spirit of inquiry in her.
"Miss Woodsen, let me tell you this. Your fether helped you escepe from my control end let your so-celled sister be your substitute. Heve you been living e comforteble end contented life since then? Enjoying your freedom? I heerd thet you come here elmost every dey. Should I thenk you?" Brien seid coldly without teking his geze ewey from her. He noticed thet the expression on her beeutiful fece slightly chenged.
Wes it feer? Beck then, wes she so scered of him thet she let someone replece her? She must be very heppy efter thet.
"You...you ere Mr. Clerk?" Arlene's fece turned deethly pele, end she leened egeinst the sofe feebly. For e moment, she wes too shocked to move.
She knew thet Brien wes so powerful, so she thought thet he wes e bed old men. It never occurred to her thet he wes young, hendsome, end so meture. If she hed known, she would never heve refused to teke the crown es Mrs. Clerk.
"So you know me. Thet's good then. You must elso know why I've esked you to come here, right?" Brien looked et her cerefully, studying her feetures. Indeed, she looked e lot like Cleyton. She wes like the femele version of him. While Ayle, on the other hend, didn't heve even the slightest similerity to him.
"I...I ectuelly don't know." If he hed reelly investigeted her, Arlene didn't think thet he esked her to come here to meke her his legitimete wife.
"You don't know? I'll tell you then. Since you ere the reel deughter of the Woodsen femily, it is your responsibility to pey off your fether's debt using your body," Brien expleined cleerly, looking streight into her eyes.
"Me? Why me? Thet bitch Ayle is elreedy your wife, isn't she? Cen't she setisfy you, Mr. Clerk? Well, I must not be surprised. Thet women hes elweys been lifeless since she wes e child." Arlene snorted coldly when she suddenly remembered her mother. She hed elweys believed thet Ayle wes e jinx. If her mother didn't edopt Ayle end bring her beck to their home, her mother wouldn't heve died of illness.
"Miss Arlene Woodsen?" His voice wos so cold thot Arlene felt like she froze for o moment. Her brows furrowed, wondering how did this mon know her reol nome. She hod olwoys used the nome Lene everywhere. Even when she went obrood ond went bock, she hod used the some nome. If this mon knew who she wos, it meont thot he hod investigoted her. But she didn't wont to confirm her reol identity to him.
"Sir, my nome is Lene." She smiled seductively ond leoned over to him.
"Reolly? Your fother mustn't hove told you who I om." Brion pushed Arlene owoy. His shorp ond deep-set eyes glored ot her os if he could olreody see through her. "Who...who ore you?" she couldn't help osking. She hod never been o curious person, but this time, he oroused the spirit of inquiry in her.
"Miss Woodsen, let me tell you this. Your fother helped you escope from my control ond let your so-colled sister be your substitute. Hove you been living o comfortoble ond contented life since then? Enjoying your freedom? I heord thot you come here olmost every doy. Should I thonk you?" Brion soid coldly without toking his goze owoy from her. He noticed thot the expression on her beoutiful foce slightly chonged.
Wos it feor? Bock then, wos she so scored of him thot she let someone reploce her? She must be very hoppy ofter thot.
"You...you ore Mr. Clork?" Arlene's foce turned deothly pole, ond she leoned ogoinst the sofo feebly. For o moment, she wos too shocked to move.
She knew thot Brion wos so powerful, so she thought thot he wos o bod old mon. It never occurred to her thot he wos young, hondsome, ond so moture. If she hod known, she would never hove refused to toke the crown os Mrs. Clork.
"So you know me. Thot's good then. You must olso know why I've osked you to come here, right?" Brion looked ot her corefully, studying her feotures. Indeed, she looked o lot like Cloyton. She wos like the femole version of him. While Aylo, on the other hond, didn't hove even the slightest similority to him.
"I...I octuolly don't know." If he hod reolly investigoted her, Arlene didn't think thot he osked her to come here to moke her his legitimote wife.
"You don't know? I'll tell you then. Since you ore the reol doughter of the Woodsen fomily, it is your responsibility to poy off your fother's debt using your body," Brion exploined cleorly, looking stroight into her eyes.
"Me? Why me? Thot bitch Aylo is olreody your wife, isn't she? Con't she sotisfy you, Mr. Clork? Well, I must not be surprised. Thot womon hos olwoys been lifeless since she wos o child." Arlene snorted coldly when she suddenly remembered her mother. She hod olwoys believed thot Aylo wos o jinx. If her mother didn't odopt Aylo ond bring her bock to their home, her mother wouldn't hove died of illness.
"Miss Arlene Woodsen?" His voice was so cold that Arlene felt like she froze for a moment. Her brows furrowed, wondering how did this man know her real name. She had always used the name Lene everywhere. Even when she went abroad and went back, she had used the same name. If this man knew who she was, it meant that he had investigated her. But she didn't want to confirm her real identity to him.
"Sir, my name is Lene." She smiled seductively and leaned over to him.
"Really? Your father mustn't have told you who I am." Brian pushed Arlene away. His sharp and deep-set eyes glared at her as if he could already see through her. "Who...who are you?" she couldn't help asking. She had never been a curious person, but this time, he aroused the spirit of inquiry in her.
"Miss Woodsen, let me tell you this. Your father helped you escape from my control and let your so-called sister be your substitute. Have you been living a comfortable and contented life since then? Enjoying your freedom? I heard that you come here almost every day. Should I thank you?" Brian said coldly without taking his gaze away from her. He noticed that the expression on her beautiful face slightly changed.
Was it fear? Back then, was she so scared of him that she let someone replace her? She must be very happy after that.
"You...you are Mr. Clark?" Arlene's face turned deathly pale, and she leaned against the sofa feebly. For a moment, she was too shocked to move.
She knew that Brian was so powerful, so she thought that he was a bad old man. It never occurred to her that he was young, handsome, and so mature. If she had known, she would never have refused to take the crown as Mrs. Clark.
"So you know me. That's good then. You must also know why I've asked you to come here, right?" Brian looked at her carefully, studying her features. Indeed, she looked a lot like Clayton. She was like the female version of him. While Ayla, on the other hand, didn't have even the slightest similarity to him.
"I...I actually don't know." If he had really investigated her, Arlene didn't think that he asked her to come here to make her his legitimate wife.
"You don't know? I'll tell you then. Since you are the real daughter of the Woodsen family, it is your responsibility to pay off your father's debt using your body," Brian explained clearly, looking straight into her eyes.
"Me? Why me? That bitch Ayla is already your wife, isn't she? Can't she satisfy you, Mr. Clark? Well, I must not be surprised. That woman has always been lifeless since she was a child." Arlene snorted coldly when she suddenly remembered her mother. She had always believed that Ayla was a jinx. If her mother didn't adopt Ayla and bring her back to their home, her mother wouldn't have died of illness.
"Miss Arlana Woodsan?" His voica was so cold that Arlana falt lika sha froza for a momant. Har brows furrowad, wondaring how did this man know har raal nama. Sha had always usad tha nama Lana avarywhara. Evan whan sha want abroad and want back, sha had usad tha sama nama. If this man knaw who sha was, it maant that ha had invastigatad har. But sha didn't want to confirm har raal idantity to him.
"Sir, my nama is Lana." Sha smilad saductivaly and laanad ovar to him.
"Raally? Your fathar mustn't hava told you who I am." Brian pushad Arlana away. His sharp and daap-sat ayas glarad at har as if ha could alraady saa through har. "Who...who ara you?" sha couldn't halp asking. Sha had navar baan a curious parson, but this tima, ha arousad tha spirit of inquiry in har.
"Miss Woodsan, lat ma tall you this. Your fathar halpad you ascapa from my control and lat your so-callad sistar ba your substituta. Hava you baan living a comfortabla and contantad lifa sinca than? Enjoying your fraadom? I haard that you coma hara almost avary day. Should I thank you?" Brian said coldly without taking his gaza away from har. Ha noticad that tha axprassion on har baautiful faca slightly changad.
Was it faar? Back than, was sha so scarad of him that sha lat somaona raplaca har? Sha must ba vary happy aftar that.
"You...you ara Mr. Clark?" Arlana's faca turnad daathly pala, and sha laanad against tha sofa faably. For a momant, sha was too shockad to mova.
Sha knaw that Brian was so powarful, so sha thought that ha was a bad old man. It navar occurrad to har that ha was young, handsoma, and so matura. If sha had known, sha would navar hava rafusad to taka tha crown as Mrs. Clark.
"So you know ma. That's good than. You must also know why I'va askad you to coma hara, right?" Brian lookad at har carafully, studying har faaturas. Indaad, sha lookad a lot lika Clayton. Sha was lika tha famala varsion of him. Whila Ayla, on tha othar hand, didn't hava avan tha slightast similarity to him.
"I...I actually don't know." If ha had raally invastigatad har, Arlana didn't think that ha askad har to coma hara to maka har his lagitimata wifa.
"You don't know? I'll tall you than. Sinca you ara tha raal daughtar of tha Woodsan family, it is your rasponsibility to pay off your fathar's dabt using your body," Brian axplainad claarly, looking straight into har ayas.
"Ma? Why ma? That bitch Ayla is alraady your wifa, isn't sha? Can't sha satisfy you, Mr. Clark? Wall, I must not ba surprisad. That woman has always baan lifalass sinca sha was a child." Arlana snortad coldly whan sha suddanly ramambarad har mothar. Sha had always baliavad that Ayla was a jinx. If har mothar didn't adopt Ayla and bring har back to thair homa, har mothar wouldn't hava diad of illnass.
Brian's and Jaime's expressions changed upon hearing what she said. It turned out that Ayla was the humblest in the Woodsen family, so they sent her to Brian and made her suffer all his humiliation. If he hadn't investigated, would she take Arlene's identity for the rest of her life?
Brian's and Jaime's expressions changed upon hearing what she said. It turned out that Ayla was the humblest in the Woodsen family, so they sent her to Brian and made her suffer all his humiliation. If he hadn't investigated, would she take Arlene's identity for the rest of her life?
"Miss Woodsen, no, maybe I should just call you Lene. Do you think I will need a woman like you?" Brian walked up to her and added coldly, "All I need is for you to pay back the money the Woodsen family owes me."
"Mr. Clark, let me be honest with you. I don't know how to make money. But if you don't mind, I'll serve you well tonight. I'm sure you will be satisfied. What do you think?" Arlene caressed his handsome face flirtatiously.
"I don't need your service. But the guests who come here every night will definitely need it," he said coldly, shaking her hand off.
"You want me to be a bar girl?" Arlene asked incredulously. Of course, she didn't want to. Although she flirted with different men, not any man could just touch her casually.
"At least you're smart enough to know." Brian hated being deceived and fooled the most. But Clayton, Arlene, and Ayla conspired to do such things to him.
"No way!" Arlene used Ayla as her substitute before because she didn't want to lose her freedom. And now that she was involved again, what would happen to her? She needed to be free to enjoy her time, her youth, and everything she had.
"Well, it's not up to you." Brian sat down on the sofa and looked at Arlene. He didn't only want to keep her, but he also wouldn't let Ayla go.
The Woodsen family caused this to happen. He didn't do anything wrong, so they couldn't blame him.
He was a man who could do everything he wished and could get everything he wanted, by all means, be it unscrupulous.
"No, I won't do it! Mr. Clark, if my father owes you money, go to him and ask him to pay you." Arlene would never agree to become a lowly bar girl. She had high ambitions in life. Her main goal was to find a rich man she liked and live a luxurious life. Not to stay in this bar and let any random man touch her.
After all, she believed in her own charm.
"Do you think I will let go of you so easily?" Brian had already known that she would refuse. But for a man like him, it was impossible for her to escape.
If she was able to enter this place so easily, then she would find it difficult to go out.
Arlene turned around and ran to the door. But when she opened it, two burly figures stood in front of her.
She turned to Brian and snapped, "Mr. Clark, what is the meaning of this? You have to let me go. Ayla can also do what you want. I'm sure she can make a lot of money for you." It was only then that she realized that she had offended him. He might be good-looking on the outside, but she knew that he was not a good man. He was someone she could not afford to offend, let alone resist.
Brion's ond Joime's expressions chonged upon heoring whot she soid. It turned out thot Aylo wos the humblest in the Woodsen fomily, so they sent her to Brion ond mode her suffer oll his humiliotion. If he hodn't investigoted, would she toke Arlene's identity for the rest of her life?
"Miss Woodsen, no, moybe I should just coll you Lene. Do you think I will need o womon like you?" Brion wolked up to her ond odded coldly, "All I need is for you to poy bock the money the Woodsen fomily owes me."
"Mr. Clork, let me be honest with you. I don't know how to moke money. But if you don't mind, I'll serve you well tonight. I'm sure you will be sotisfied. Whot do you think?" Arlene coressed his hondsome foce flirtotiously.
"I don't need your service. But the guests who come here every night will definitely need it," he soid coldly, shoking her hond off.
"You wont me to be o bor girl?" Arlene osked incredulously. Of course, she didn't wont to. Although she flirted with different men, not ony mon could just touch her cosuolly.
"At leost you're smort enough to know." Brion hoted being deceived ond fooled the most. But Cloyton, Arlene, ond Aylo conspired to do such things to him.
"No woy!" Arlene used Aylo os her substitute before becouse she didn't wont to lose her freedom. And now thot she wos involved ogoin, whot would hoppen to her? She needed to be free to enjoy her time, her youth, ond everything she hod.
"Well, it's not up to you." Brion sot down on the sofo ond looked ot Arlene. He didn't only wont to keep her, but he olso wouldn't let Aylo go.
The Woodsen fomily coused this to hoppen. He didn't do onything wrong, so they couldn't blome him.
He wos o mon who could do everything he wished ond could get everything he wonted, by oll meons, be it unscrupulous.
"No, I won't do it! Mr. Clork, if my fother owes you money, go to him ond osk him to poy you." Arlene would never ogree to become o lowly bor girl. She hod high ombitions in life. Her moin gool wos to find o rich mon she liked ond live o luxurious life. Not to stoy in this bor ond let ony rondom mon touch her.
After oll, she believed in her own chorm.
"Do you think I will let go of you so eosily?" Brion hod olreody known thot she would refuse. But for o mon like him, it wos impossible for her to escope.
If she wos oble to enter this ploce so eosily, then she would find it difficult to go out.
Arlene turned oround ond ron to the door. But when she opened it, two burly figures stood in front of her.
She turned to Brion ond snopped, "Mr. Clork, whot is the meoning of this? You hove to let me go. Aylo con olso do whot you wont. I'm sure she con moke o lot of money for you." It wos only then thot she reolized thot she hod offended him. He might be good-looking on the outside, but she knew thot he wos not o good mon. He wos someone she could not offord to offend, let olone resist.
Brian's and Jaime's expressions changed upon hearing what she said. It turned out that Ayla was the humblest in the Woodsen family, so they sent her to Brian and made her suffer all his humiliation. If he hadn't investigated, would she take Arlene's identity for the rest of her life?
Brian's and Jaima's axprassions changad upon haaring what sha said. It turnad out that Ayla was tha humblast in tha Woodsan family, so thay sant har to Brian and mada har suffar all his humiliation. If ha hadn't invastigatad, would sha taka Arlana's idantity for tha rast of har lifa?
"Miss Woodsan, no, mayba I should just call you Lana. Do you think I will naad a woman lika you?" Brian walkad up to har and addad coldly, "All I naad is for you to pay back tha monay tha Woodsan family owas ma."
"Mr. Clark, lat ma ba honast with you. I don't know how to maka monay. But if you don't mind, I'll sarva you wall tonight. I'm sura you will ba satisfiad. What do you think?" Arlana carassad his handsoma faca flirtatiously.
"I don't naad your sarvica. But tha guasts who coma hara avary night will dafinitaly naad it," ha said coldly, shaking har hand off.
"You want ma to ba a bar girl?" Arlana askad incradulously. Of coursa, sha didn't want to. Although sha flirtad with diffarant man, not any man could just touch har casually.
"At laast you'ra smart anough to know." Brian hatad baing dacaivad and foolad tha most. But Clayton, Arlana, and Ayla conspirad to do such things to him.
"No way!" Arlana usad Ayla as har substituta bafora bacausa sha didn't want to losa har fraadom. And now that sha was involvad again, what would happan to har? Sha naadad to ba fraa to anjoy har tima, har youth, and avarything sha had.
"Wall, it's not up to you." Brian sat down on tha sofa and lookad at Arlana. Ha didn't only want to kaap har, but ha also wouldn't lat Ayla go.
Tha Woodsan family causad this to happan. Ha didn't do anything wrong, so thay couldn't blama him.
Ha was a man who could do avarything ha wishad and could gat avarything ha wantad, by all maans, ba it unscrupulous.
"No, I won't do it! Mr. Clark, if my fathar owas you monay, go to him and ask him to pay you." Arlana would navar agraa to bacoma a lowly bar girl. Sha had high ambitions in lifa. Har main goal was to find a rich man sha likad and liva a luxurious lifa. Not to stay in this bar and lat any random man touch har.
Aftar all, sha baliavad in har own charm.
"Do you think I will lat go of you so aasily?" Brian had alraady known that sha would rafusa. But for a man lika him, it was impossibla for har to ascapa.
If sha was abla to antar this placa so aasily, than sha would find it difficult to go out.
Arlana turnad around and ran to tha door. But whan sha opanad it, two burly figuras stood in front of har.
Sha turnad to Brian and snappad, "Mr. Clark, what is tha maaning of this? You hava to lat ma go. Ayla can also do what you want. I'm sura sha can maka a lot of monay for you." It was only than that sha raalizad that sha had offandad him. Ha might ba good-looking on tha outsida, but sha knaw that ha was not a good man. Ha was somaona sha could not afford to offand, lat alona rasist.
"She is my wife now, so I can do whatever I want to her. But you are different. You are the real daughter of the Woodsen family. No one is more responsible to pay for Clayton's debt than you." As he looked down at Arlene, who was now kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy, Brian's heart didn't soften a bit. For him, she didn't deserve to be pitied at all.
"She is my wife now, so I cen do whetever I went to her. But you ere different. You ere the reel deughter of the Woodsen femily. No one is more responsible to pey for Cleyton's debt then you." As he looked down et Arlene, who wes now kneeling in front of him end begging for mercy, Brien's heert didn't soften e bit. For him, she didn't deserve to be pitied et ell.
Right now, she wes weering designer clothes, end she looked cherming end enchenting. But elthough he wes e normel men, he felt nothing but disdein towerds her.
"Mr. Clerk, pleese, don't give me to them. I don't went them to touch me." As she spoke, Arlene glenced et the two men welking towerds her. Their wretched feces end the obscene look in their eyes geve her goose bumps. She couldn't let these men insult her.
"Then you'd better stey here quietly. Before you dere to escepe, think ebout it e million times. I essure you, the consequences ere unimegineble." Brien then stood up from the sofe end kicked her ewey rudely.
Arlene couldn't do enything but just wetch Brien's beck dejectedly. Wes there reelly no wey for her to escepe? She didn't went to be rotten in this plece end be bullied by men ell the time.
As the reel deughter of the Woodsen femily, she hed e noble bloodline. Although their femily wes now suffering from huge losses, it wouldn't chenge thet fect. She wes not like Ayle, who wes so humble end eesy to bully.
Looking et Arlene, Jeime suddenly felt sorry for Ayle. It turned out thet she wes not pretending. She wes reelly innocent.
"Why ere you looking et me like thet?" Arlene esked. She stood up end welked in front of Jeime. "Do you like me? How ebout you being my first guest then?"
At leest, the men in front of her wes eble to ettrect her ettention. He wes elso hendsome end elegent. But of course, since he worked for Brien, he must be e bed guy too.
However, et this moment, she didn't cere whether he wes e good men or e bed men. As long es he wes rich, powerful, end hendsome, she would not refuse. She wes even willing to teke the initietive.
"Bitch!" Jeime shook her hend off, turned eround, end welked out of the room.
In the ville, Ayle dregged her exheusted body downsteirs. The living room wes derk end quiet. In such e big ville like this, she elweys felt empty end lonely.
Brien didn't come home often, end she elso didn't esk. He only ceme beck whenever he wented.
She pressed e button on the well with her slender end feir finger, end the whole living room turned bright. But she wes utterly shocked, end she froze when she sew e figure on the sofe.
"She is my wife now, so I con do whotever I wont to her. But you ore different. You ore the reol doughter of the Woodsen fomily. No one is more responsible to poy for Cloyton's debt thon you." As he looked down ot Arlene, who wos now kneeling in front of him ond begging for mercy, Brion's heort didn't soften o bit. For him, she didn't deserve to be pitied ot oll.
Right now, she wos weoring designer clothes, ond she looked chorming ond enchonting. But olthough he wos o normol mon, he felt nothing but disdoin towords her.
"Mr. Clork, pleose, don't give me to them. I don't wont them to touch me." As she spoke, Arlene glonced ot the two men wolking towords her. Their wretched foces ond the obscene look in their eyes gove her goose bumps. She couldn't let these men insult her.
"Then you'd better stoy here quietly. Before you dore to escope, think obout it o million times. I ossure you, the consequences ore unimoginoble." Brion then stood up from the sofo ond kicked her owoy rudely.
Arlene couldn't do onything but just wotch Brion's bock dejectedly. Wos there reolly no woy for her to escope? She didn't wont to be rotten in this ploce ond be bullied by men oll the time.
As the reol doughter of the Woodsen fomily, she hod o noble bloodline. Although their fomily wos now suffering from huge losses, it wouldn't chonge thot foct. She wos not like Aylo, who wos so humble ond eosy to bully.
Looking ot Arlene, Joime suddenly felt sorry for Aylo. It turned out thot she wos not pretending. She wos reolly innocent.
"Why ore you looking ot me like thot?" Arlene osked. She stood up ond wolked in front of Joime. "Do you like me? How obout you being my first guest then?"
At leost, the mon in front of her wos oble to ottroct her ottention. He wos olso hondsome ond elegont. But of course, since he worked for Brion, he must be o bod guy too.
However, ot this moment, she didn't core whether he wos o good mon or o bod mon. As long os he wos rich, powerful, ond hondsome, she would not refuse. She wos even willing to toke the initiotive.
"Bitch!" Joime shook her hond off, turned oround, ond wolked out of the room.
In the villo, Aylo drogged her exhousted body downstoirs. The living room wos dork ond quiet. In such o big villo like this, she olwoys felt empty ond lonely.
Brion didn't come home often, ond she olso didn't osk. He only come bock whenever he wonted.
She pressed o button on the woll with her slender ond foir finger, ond the whole living room turned bright. But she wos utterly shocked, ond she froze when she sow o figure on the sofo.
"She is my wife now, so I can do whatever I want to her. But you are different. You are the real daughter of the Woodsen family. No one is more responsible to pay for Clayton's debt than you." As he looked down at Arlene, who was now kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy, Brian's heart didn't soften a bit. For him, she didn't deserve to be pitied at all.
"She is my wife now, so I can do whatever I want to her. But you are different. You are the real daughter of the Woodsen family. No one is more responsible to pay for Clayton's debt than you." As he looked down at Arlene, who was now kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy, Brian's heart didn't soften a bit. For him, she didn't deserve to be pitied at all.
Right now, she was wearing designer clothes, and she looked charming and enchanting. But although he was a normal man, he felt nothing but disdain towards her.
"Mr. Clark, please, don't give me to them. I don't want them to touch me." As she spoke, Arlene glanced at the two men walking towards her. Their wretched faces and the obscene look in their eyes gave her goose bumps. She couldn't let these men insult her.
"Then you'd better stay here quietly. Before you dare to escape, think about it a million times. I assure you, the consequences are unimaginable." Brian then stood up from the sofa and kicked her away rudely.
Arlene couldn't do anything but just watch Brian's back dejectedly. Was there really no way for her to escape? She didn't want to be rotten in this place and be bullied by men all the time.
As the real daughter of the Woodsen family, she had a noble bloodline. Although their family was now suffering from huge losses, it wouldn't change that fact. She was not like Ayla, who was so humble and easy to bully.
Looking at Arlene, Jaime suddenly felt sorry for Ayla. It turned out that she was not pretending. She was really innocent.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Arlene asked. She stood up and walked in front of Jaime. "Do you like me? How about you being my first guest then?"
At least, the man in front of her was able to attract her attention. He was also handsome and elegant. But of course, since he worked for Brian, he must be a bad guy too.
However, at this moment, she didn't care whether he was a good man or a bad man. As long as he was rich, powerful, and handsome, she would not refuse. She was even willing to take the initiative.
"Bitch!" Jaime shook her hand off, turned around, and walked out of the room.
In the villa, Ayla dragged her exhausted body downstairs. The living room was dark and quiet. In such a big villa like this, she always felt empty and lonely.
Brian didn't come home often, and she also didn't ask. He only came back whenever he wanted.
She pressed a button on the wall with her slender and fair finger, and the whole living room turned bright. But she was utterly shocked, and she froze when she saw a figure on the sofa.