"Mr. Smith?"Georgia arched his eyebrows after hearing that name again. Mr. Smith! Who was Mr. Smith for crying out loud? She couldn't help but feel suspicious after hearing his name for the third time. She was annoyed that he'd had to deal with Edward. The last time that she was with Edward, she could remember vividly how Edward was shaking when he was conversing with that so-called Smith. She knew there was more to that man and she wanted to know what it was. If he could make Edward nervous then the man must be a very powerful and influential person. Somehow, that made her determined to get close to the mysterious Mr. Smith. Edward, on the other side, was scared when he heard Smith's name. He wasn't surprised like he used to because he knew what the man was capable of doing. He single-handedly made a powerful publishing house to delete and apologize for the rumor that was spread about his fiance, Georgia. He took a deep breath, trying to control his heart which was beating rapi
"Thank you," Edward muttered and breathed out heavily as he lay beside Georgia with a sad look on his face. She smiled at him, pulled the bedsheets from her body, and climbed down from the bed. He rolled to the other side of the bed and gripped her wrist firmly with a cold look on his face. "Where are you heading to?" He asked and she took a deep breath. She scratched her hair and smiled awkwardly. "I want to get a cup of coffee for both of us," she said and he scoffed. "That's why the staff assistant is here. Let me make an order and it'll be delivered in the blink of an eye," he said and she shook her head hastily. She wouldn't let him do such a thing. If he did, she wouldn't be able to carry out her plan, and his action would jeopardize everything and she wouldn't want such a thing to happen. "No, I'll do it myself. I just want to take a fresh air outside," she said and he nodded his head even though he wasn't convinced. "That's nice. I would like to go with you," he sai
"Smith?" She called out with a surprised look on her face and he stood his ground staring at her with an expressionless look. Although he knew she was in the hotel because he was alerted about their whereabouts, he didn't know they would meet because he came to resolve some issues. "What are you doing here?" She asked with a disdainful look on her face and he scoffed. "Is that what you are supposed to say after spilling this drink on me?" He asked in a cold tone and she snarled. "Don't give me that tone. That's what you get for bumping into me with that dirty body of yours," she said in a cold tone and he bit on his lower lips. She arched her eyebrows as a thought crossed her mind. What was he doing in that hotel? It couldn't be a coincidence that he came to the hotel the same day that the mysterious so-called Mr Smith refused to let her husband into the hotel. It couldn't be him, right? Although he was looking handsome and different, she couldn't bring herself to believe
Huh?Edward gasped out in shock and swallowed it as his gaze landed on Smith's eye which was burning with anger. He knew Smith was pissed for what his fiance did to him. He bit on his lower lips and rubbed his palms nervously with a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. "What do you say? You aren't talking Mr. Edward," he said and smiled at him mocking. Edward turned back and stared at his fiance, Georgia, who was staring at them with a confused look on her face. Because she was a few meters away from them, she couldn't hear their conversation clearly so she could only see their lips moving and from what she was seeing, none of what she was expecting to happen was happening. She didn't hear him yell at Smith for mocking her. He didn't call the cops or security guards on him to throw him into jail and discipline him for mocking her. What was happening? That was the question that revolved around her mind when she noticed such a scenario. "What are you talking about with that dou
Huh? Smith asked and turned to her with a confused look on his face. He couldn't understand how she managed to know that there was someone who was helping them. He assumed she got the information from Edward but it seemed Edward didn't tell her that it was him so that was why she was asking. It was better than the way. He decided to play with her mind, a sweet mind game. He turned to Edward, who lowered his head in fear. He couldn't bear to maintain eye contact with him. He was aware of what he did. Just as he was about to talk, Georgia spoke up. “What's up with the silence? Are you the Smith he'd been talking about?” She asked in a cold tone and Smith smiled. “What if I'm the mysterious Smith? What would you do about it?” Smith asked in a calm tone and caressed his chin while Edward stared at him with a confused look. He couldn't understand why Smith was revealing himself. He didn't want that, right? He didn't want anyone to know about his mysterious turnover but here he was, g
“You see that, huh? He's far better than you. He's a billionaire,” she said and pointed at Micheal who was sitting at the edge without paying attention to them. It was part of the plan so she would lose her guard. “He's capable of being called a man but not some poor wimp like you,” she said and he took a deep breath. She was mocking him. And each word muttered, makes him angrier than before. He wouldn't hesitate to make her regret it if she persisted. “Does that mean a poor man isn't capable of being called a man?” He asked and she nodded her head. “Yes, it is. You aren't a man. You need to work better. “As for the cleaner job, I would talk to Edward tonight to employ you. I think I still have your number,” she said, rolled her eyes at him, and walked away with a cold look on her face. He glared at her departing figure until he couldn't see her anymore. He clenched his fist and bit on his lower lips. “I hope you see what your fiance did,” Smith asked and Edward swallowed the
Their lips crashed against the other and they kissed, licking each other's lips until they couldn't breathe properly. She pulled away from the kiss and pushed his chest lightly with her middle finger. “That was a nice one,” he commented and she smiled. “That's a good thing to hear,” she replied. “But that doesn't mean that I'm not angry at you,” she added and he looked up with a confused look on his face. He sighed deeply and reached out to her hands then stroked them gently. “I'm sorry about everything,” he muttered and she nodded her head. “I know I shouldn't be scolding because of him but come to think of it, I'm doing it for you,”“If the media finds out that you're harassing someone in my hotel, your reputation might be at risk which is what I'm trying to protect. So I hope you'll understand me,” he said in a calm tone, trying to sound sincere. However, she wasn't moved by any of his tricks. Somehow, she knew he was lying and he was trying to hide something. “The less you
“Come to my side. You should know when I am, right?” Smith asked as he placed the phone close to his left ear. “Yes, sir. I'll be there in a jiffy, young master,” Micheal responded in a respective tone and Smith hung up on the call without hesitation. Smith shook his head and dropped the phone on the table then reached out to the velvet wine that was worth a million bucks on the table. He poured the content into a glass cup and gulped it down without blinking. And it tasted sweet. He never knew what the rich were enjoying until his father found him and introduced him to wealth. Now, he has gotten caught up in it. He won't stop having fun. A few minutes later, a knock landed on the door, snapping him out of his reverie. It was enough to make him stop reminiscing about the past. “Come in,” he ordered and the door creaked open, revealing Micheal, who walked in, dressed in a well-tailored Italian suit. “You called for me. How may I help you, young master?” He asked and bowed his he