Chapter 8
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wilden took a sip at water. He did not miss the flashot homer across her face. He continued to study his surrmindings, and his eyes darkened further
He did not know what olivia had gone through to have heredes sanded down to much. She was no longer the proud white rose that bloomed and sparkled on stage
While he was deep in thought, oliva grabbed a first etkil
never under the coffee table.
In it was an nintment for external injuries that she had bought before
Other than the marks on her wrists, their were injuries on her neck for
costs walked up to the hd–length mimi hanging in her doorway and applied the ointment to the bark of her neck with a cotton bud. The buses and scratches were visible on hen wrist and neck, which gave hen a sentent devastated beauty
Hoween, Walden anh found it pamful on the eyes,
He knew he was no uint, but even he did not have unsavory thoughtsat
He watched as ctvu tried to apply the cintment again and again, but she never got it property.
He stood up, strode over, and took the ointment from her hand
hansensed walking over, so she was alarmed by his sudden appearance.
Wilde put a hand on her shoulder and turned her back around
The instant he did so, however, he became momentarily stunned
The tiger under his touch was much leater than
halanagined
for lowered his rims and regained has composure. He then squeezed not some white–colored paste and used his finger to lightly apply it on the injures on the back of her neck.
den chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, Ma Livington. Your body doesn’t rexay do much for me.”
Olet down on her lips while her face heated up at his side remark
met her eyes and watched widen through the minor. He looked focused and serious, and while his actions were gentle, there was still a strange sensation when his lightly- allowed finger brushed over her skin.
Woden removed has finger and placed the ointment back on the table.
« furned around feeling a little awkward, her phone rang
walked into her bedroom to shower the call
wide, who was on the couch attending work matters, glanced ov
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Realizing that his phone call likely concerned company secrets, Olds had not dared to listen in and so had closed the bedroom door
When she realized that there were no more sounds coming from the thing room, she opened the door to find that Wilden was no longer on the couch
She made sure Wilden had left before removing her top
There were injuries on other parts of her body too, but because Wilden was there earlier, she could not check.
Upen removing her shirt, the injuries and marks were clearly visible against her fair skin…
Though she was thin, she was curvy in the appropriate places too. The best of both worlds, so to speak.
The white rose tattoo on the side of her waist looked even more alluring than usual when contrasted against the red patches,
She fixed her attention en applying the ointment.
Suddenly, while facing the mirror, she caught a glimpse of a pair of pants through the slightly–opened door.
She spun
around in alarm and hurriedly draped her shirt bark on, but she did not find anyone there.
She chalked it up to her imagining things.
Mr. Sch
Jim Porter, Wilden’s assistant, closed the car door for him. “Your grandfather wishes to see you.”
The person sitting in the back seat was staring out of the window lost in thought
Seeing as he did not respond. Jum repeated himself.
“Mr. Schumer
Wilden looked toward him. “Back to the residence.”
He leaned back into his seat, appearing as aloof as usual. The view from outside the window was reflected in his eyes.
He recalled the scene he had accidentally come across earlier, and his eyes darkened.
He ran his right hand back and forth over his wristwatch unconsciously.
“Mr. Schumer, I’ve already done as you requested and looked into that man. He’s been d detained quite a lot of times. He stole an electric bike last year, and he has also sexually assaulted women and even attempted worse.
“Two years ago, he injured someone while robbing a supermarket but escaped in time. He’ll for sure get at least five or six years.”
“What a piece of trash,” Jim could not help but blurt out in anger.
“That’s it?” Wilden lifted his eyes lazily. “It should be at least 20 years of more”
stilled for a second when he heard this, and his expression turned serious. I understand”
Wilder’s grandfather, Angus Schumer, built Nupoint Group with his own hands.
Though it had established a firm foothold in dento and was immensely formidable now, back in the days, when the Schumer family had not grown into the powerhouse it was now, the well–known magnates would still always respectfully address Angus when they saw him.
Now Wilden was the one leading Jim had worked alongside him for the past few months, and he believed that Wilden had surpassed his grandfather, even during h both means and mind.
Wealthy families like these did not raise successors who were brainless trust–fund babies that only knew how to enjoy themselves.
his heyday, in
Wilden only needed to give the slightest indication, and people around him would do anything to gain his favor. This included people from both the business and political spheres. So, to him, taking care of a piece of trash was as easy as killing a fly
By the main gate of the Schumer residence hung a wooden plaque with the words “Schumer Residence” written on it in gold
The mansion, which spanned tens of thousands of square feet, had a market value of over 100 million dollars. It had been there for hundreds of years, having been passed from generation to generation. However, because it had been renovated, it did not appear old or out–of–date.
Alter recenting approval from Angus, the government converted the area surrounding the residence into scenic spots that tourists would visit on a daily basis.
Angus Schumer was now in his dos. Though he was in his twilight years, his composed but impressive demeanor, which he had honed over the years, was still clearly present. Right then, he was lying in bed with his eyes closed, and has tace a little pade.
Standing by the side of the bed was a married couple and a young man.
The young man appeared to be in his early 20s, and he looked somewhat similar to the older gentleman beside him.
His eyes were red, and he looked to be consumed with pull.
