d beneath her, and her body felt heavy-like it was filled with lead. She could

s thrown back onto the bed

ong," Banker William murmured, his face creeping clo

m off. She was too weak, her body limp, her movemen

vy frame pressed down on her as he kissed her relentles

in a desperate attempt to escape. But she was too weak, too exhausted. She couldn't even manage to shift an i

ght die right there. But there was nothing she could d

ss her again, but Stella barel

r voice weak. "Don't touch m

ress. "Don't think I don't know," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "

regret crashing over her. She t

owned out by the soun

was eeri

dinner meeting and wa

ss, they had poured him far too much whiskey. Now, the alcohol w

the rearview mirror, speaking quietly

iver meant Eric's

owly opening his eyes. He stared at the

thick with the alcohol. "

nce the place he had

ve herself, perhaps because of his drunken state. At that moment, he was eager to see her soft and compl

iately obeyed, s

d his thoughts. He rolled down the window to get some fresh air. Just

rne, grinning as she spoke with

rowed, unease w

rked, his command sha

r quickly

g as she ushered the balding man into a hot

va

w something was off. He opened the car

investment, stood by the van, humming to herself as she d

Tho

g voice called

phone. She quickly turned around and said, "A

an intense gaze, his voice cold as h

a few times and said, "I w

e her hesitate to leave. After a long silence, she couldn't hold herself back anymore and spoke up. "Al

d swept over her, so intense it made h

ice dropped to a chilling, da

dible. "Stella told me... she said your marriage wasn

tensified, making the tempe

d already planned

g. Eric hadn't known it, but now he realized

ool he h

en like ice. Without another word

erstood-no matter how unhappy their marriage had been,

would always be his-even

hing as Eric, radiating cold fury, str

ike Eric still ca

d the mark? Or was Ste

nt to help them mak

bled up within Thorne. If Stella dared to deceive them

Stella, using her as a pawn to secure benefits. But if Stella had outlived her usefu

ver her in

to have Carlson investigate thoroughly to f

ntention of stopping it. A night's sleep for a $50 million l

y, got into his car. Unable to contain his

mmediatel

window. Maybe it was the alcohol still affecting him, but the

he couldn't keep it in anymore. He pu

s ready to erupt the mom

the cold mechanical voice of voicemail: "Sorr

asoline on his already raging fire, fu

ed teeth, slamming his phone onto t

ck in surprise, shrinking his

ll raged within him. He kicked the front seat wit

l down, and the col

ng with every ounce of strength to suppress the burning rage inside him. Hi

nched, a wave of unease

still simmering, but his chaotic

e. The president of Hua Qing Bank. A man

such a suspicious time, in such

it b

ighter, his voice trembling with

rned the car around. The road was a two-way street, and traffic was heavy on the othe

nto Eric's car with a vicious crash, flipping it onto its side with a deafening soun

ntense force of inertia. His body was hurled, crashing alongside the

scles instantly, and blo