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Chapter 136
Chapter 136
Chapter 136
Nathan furrowed his brow and asked, “Why? Then Gwendolyn would just…” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
Suddenly, he realized something, widening his eyes as he turned to face Howard.
A dark cloud seemed to pass over Howard as he spoke with an unprecedented solemnity, “I want them to build their towers so high they can’t find a way down!”
“Right, I’m on it.”
Nathan instantly grasped his meaning.
Gwendolyn’s mentor was none other than the renowned Enoch!
Howard must have gotten wind of something in his rural hideaway, confident enough to turn the tables in a dazzling comeback.
“Leak the news of Gwendolyn’s injury. Bainbridge must have his moles in the hospital.”
“Got it.”
Nathan knew what he meant, which was to give Bainbridge a temporary thrill.
“Buy a new smartphone for Sandra at the nurse station, Howard added, keeping Gwendolyn’s request in mind.
Nathan gave him a long look.
Howard, once so reckless and arrogant, was now taking such trifles to heart.
“Nathan, try to collect some interest from Bainbridge in advance,” he said, his voice calming, the malice receding from his demeanor.
The night was deep.
In the bustling Bayridge City stood a luxurious five–star hotel.
Bainbridge, draped in a bathrobe, leisurely sipped a glass of red wine. Scrolling through messages on his phone, a smug smile crept across his lips.
He heard Waldo give Gwendolyn a beating so severe it was a sight to behold.
Her hand was ruined too.
What a satisfying revenge!
Sipping his wine, Bainbridge drifted his gaze to the frosted glass of the bathroom.
The sound of running water stopped soon after.
A woman, clad in a burgundy silk slip, emerged seductively and perched herself onto his. lap.
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“How about the couch?” Fanny leaned into Bainbridge’s embrace, her voice soft and delicate, “You seem in high spirits.”
Bainbridge inhaled the scent of her neck, “You smell lovely. Perfume after a bath, hmm? Looks like you don’t want me to leave tonight.”
His eyes lingered on her curves. A man’s gaze on a woman’s body is a primal instinct. Bainbridge had a thing for voluptuous women, especially one as ravishing and accommodating as Fanny.
Her lips found his ear, whispering some alluring words.
Stirred as if provoked, Bainbridge pushed her onto the couch, slipping her straps off her shoulders.
Fanny giggled, pulling him closer.
Last time she didn’t conceive, but she’d try harder this time. She was determined to bear Bainbridge’s child, the future heir to the Chadwick family.
Clothes scattered across the floor.
The couch creaked under their weight.
A ringing phone on the coffee table broke the silence, Bainbridge clearly annoyed.
Fanny glanced at the caller ID, her voice dripping with sweetness, “It’s Vivien, you should take it.”
They clung to each other as Bainbridge reached for the phone, “Hello, what’s up?” His hand roamed Fanny’s body unabashedly.
“Bainbridge! Bill’s gone. What if the cops catch him and he talks? I’m so scared,” Vivien trembled her voice with panic. She was naive, her first foray into unlawful dealings.
Bainbridge’s tone was curt, “The worst he’ll get is a few years and you’ve paid him half a million. Unless he’s a total fool, he’ll know to take the hit.”
He believed that Bill wouldn’t confess.
Vivien felt somewhat reassured, pressing on, “Bainbridge, where are you? Can we…”
“I’m busy, gotta go.”
Hanging up hastily, Bainbridge returned his attention to the enticing Fanny beneath him, who coaxed him with laughter.
“Let’s see how I deal with you,” he growled playfully.
“Come on then.” Her voice was teasing, inviting.
But before they could resume, Fanny’s phone rang again. It was Vivien, persistent as ever.