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
“What!” She gasped out in shock and swallowed hard after he completed the statement. She thought her ear was failing her until she heard it again. She couldn't believe it. How could he possibly be the mysterious Mr. Smith? Is he no longer the poor man he used to know? He asked himself but he couldn't get an answer to it. Although he seemed to have changed in every way, she found it hard to believe that he could become rich overnight. “That's not possible,” she mumbled and ruffled his hair with a frustrated look on his face. She knew the trouble she was going to be in if he was the mysterious Mr. Smith. Not only would he bring up the scandal about her for revenge but he would make her family suffer to pay for what they did to him. “He's poor and he'll continue to be. I'm better off without him,” she reminded her even though her heart was racing rapidly. “Why aren't you saying anything, Ms Rodriquez?” He asked and she bit on her lower lips. Somehow, she hates him addressing her
“Where are you going, Georgia? You haven't answered my question,” he asked, breaking the silence that overwhelmed the room. After his question, she remained silent without saying anything no matter what he said. He couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him. Georgia, on the other hand, didn't know what to say. She knew there was no way she could tell him that she wanted to have a dinner date with another man while she was dating him. “I'm sorry that I wanted to leave. I received a call and it's important I attend the meeting,” she said and he arched his eyebrows. “And does the meeting have any chance to do with Smith?” He asked and she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. She couldn't find her voice. How did he manage to know? She asked herself but she couldn't get an answer to it. “Smith? Why should I go to him? It's not about him, Edward. Please don't try to stop me,” she said and he nodded his head. “Of course, I won't stop you. But I want you to be care
The next day, Georgia woke up feeling weak and numb. She opened her eyes weakly, unaware of what had happened. A soft gasp left her lips and her eyes widened in shock as my gaze landed on her naked body under a duvet with Smith beside her. He looked handsome while sleeping. Her body shook slightly as she realized what had happened. Somehow, she felt bad and regretted her actions. She wished she could turn the hand of time but it was too late to cry over spilled milk. Although she enjoyed the sex she had with him, her conscience couldn't stop disturbing her. She pulled the duvet from her body gently, not wanting to wake Micheal from his sleep. She walked quietly toward her clothes that were lying on the floor. She shook her head with a sigh and wore the clothes then arranged her hair quickly. Just as she was about to leave, she heard his calm yet dangerous voice from behind. “Why are you leaving so soon, Miss Georgia?” He asked. Michael woke up and a smile formed on his face as
“What do you say to this? Why aren't you talking?” Smith asked in a cold tone as he turned his gaze to his supposed trustworthy guard, a hacker. Micheal flinched and quickest quivered in fear. “Please give me a chance to explain myself?” He asked even though he knew he was doomed. It was indeed a huge crime offending any of the Emperor's sons. He knew his crime was unforgivable. He had sex with the woman who was the young master's ex-wife. Why didn't I think about the consequences? He was taken away by a five-minute pleasure. Only if he knew his life would be ruined with a five-minute pleasure, he wouldn't have done such a thing. He wished he could turn the hand of time but it was too late. He couldn't do anything again. He fell on his knees as his gaze landed on Smith, whose eyes were burning with rage. He knew he was in trouble. “What excuse can you give that would justify you having sex with my ex-wife? Why did you do that?”“That must be the reason you asked me to make her c