"Quickly sign and get out of here!" Joanna uttered the sentence seriously.Morgan raised his eyebrows, looking at them indifferently, then placed the document back on the table. He said, "I won't do it.""Are you stupid? It's not your place to decide whether to sign or not. I'm not asking you to choose, it's a must," Joanna insisted, pushing the document back towards Morgan.Declan also chimed in, with the same forceful and hurried attitude, saying, "Just sign quickly and everything will be over, it's very easy."Quietly scrutinizing them suspiciously, Morgan observed each of their expressions and tried to digest the situation. This wasn't new to him, as Joanna and Declan often urged him to divorce Lyndsey.However, their demeanor now was too strange. Even if they usually mocked and taunted him when urging him to divorce Lyndsey, they weren't as hurried and forceful as today.Still maintaining his calm demeanor, Morgan finally said, "There's no reason to do this, I won't divorce."His
The soda can in his hand shattered, but it didn't quell Morgan's anger. He glared at the figures of Declan and Joanna, making the two feel fear and apprehension.Joanna opened her mouth to utter various curses, but couldn't say a word under that intimidation. She could only repeat the words, "You ... you ..."In that atmosphere, Lyndsey's voice was heard before her figure appeared, "Morgan."Automatically drawing everyone's attention there, the three of them turned towards her almost simultaneously.After stepping closer, Lyndsey finally saw the strange situation, furrowing her brow and asking, "What's going on here?"Her gaze shifted to their mother, Joanna, and her younger brother, Declan, who seemed to have distorted expressions.Feeling supported, Declan, who had previously shrunk, now lifted his chin again. With a blaming attitude, he pointed at Morgan and accused, "Look at your useless husband, he doesn't respect our mother and started the quarrel!"Hearing those words, Lyndsey
Lyndsey stumbled in the hotel lobby, her legs trembling and her steps unsteady. Excessive alcohol had made her lose control of herself. In her confusion, she attempted to steady herself, but only managed to fall to the ground with a thud. Morgan quickly approached her, trying to prevent Lyndsey from falling again. "Lyndsey, let me help you," Morgan said. But Lyndsey roughly pushed Morgan's hand away, grumbling in a slurred voice, "I'm fine on my own, Morgan! I don't need your help." Morgan was accustomed to Lyndsey's rejections, but he also knew he couldn't let Lyndsey lie sprawled in the hotel lobby like this. Not only were hotel staff still milling about, but there were also many wedding guests coming and going. Though irritated by Lyndsey's words, Morgan remained composed, though his anger showed on his face. They were out of town for Lyndsey's cousin's wedding, and with many wedding guests staying at this hotel, it wouldn't be amusing if he were caught by them neglecting his
Their battle had concluded in the early hours of the morning. Just before drifting into unconsciousness, Lyndsey whispered, "... I love you."Morgan knew those words weren't directed at him, but hearing them made him happy. He responded with a whisper by Lyndsey's ear, "Yeah, I know."He didn't immediately sleep but instead helped clean Lyndsey's body and gently placed her back in bed. He lay beside her carefully, ignoring her habit of cursing and swearing, when she slept, her face looked very soft and sweet.Morgan reached out to touch her face, caressing it softly."Um... don't disturb me, Trav..." Lyndsey's sigh was heard as she brushed away the hand stroking her face, then returned to sleep after finding a comfortable position in his embrace.Morgan felt angry, but his emotions quickly subsided once he felt Lyndsey's movements in his arms.As a former soldier, he wasn't easily tempted by a woman, but Lyndsey was different. She wasn't just any woman who came and went quickly, she
"No, I don't agree with you going alone to meet that man," Morgan said from the side, seeming to hide his concern.Lyndsey stared at him sharply, ignoring him, then said to her secretary, "Meet at Hotel Frost, okay. Tell Mr. Torrent that I can meet him tonight. Yes, I'll be back in Vanguard City now."Knowing that Lyndsey would meet Mr. Torrent at Hotel Frost, a top-class hotel in Vanguard City, their hometown, Morgan became even more upset, staring at Lyndsey firmly.After a few more words, the phone call between Lyndsey and her secretary ended."Listen to me, don't go to meet Mr. Torrent," Morgan said again anxiously, trying to convince Lyndsey not to go to meet Mr. Torrent.What people might know is that Mr. Torrent is just a wealthy and successful man with a very good background, but as a soldier with little previous connections, he knows very well what Mr. Torrent is really like.The man is a womanizer, he often manipulates and even rapes women. After demeaning these women, he wo
Morgan, with a dark expression, burst into the hotel like a madman. It didn't matter that he was dressed in high-end clothes and looked like a young gentleman, but he entered the hotel area in his super simple attire. Consequently, it made the security guard on duty stare at him suspiciously and stop him."Excuse me, Sir, you are not allowed to enter the hotel," said the security guard firmly, blocking his path.Appearing like a demon incarnate, Morgan stared sharply at the security guard, his whole aura strong and oppressive. This made the security guard fearful, thinking that this person had truly come to cause trouble, so he had to stop him from entering or something bad would happen.The security guard lowered his gaze slightly and with coercion in his voice, he said again, "Sir, I'm sorry, you can't-""Move aside." Without letting the sentence finish, Morgan pushed the security guard's body to clear his way.The security guard almost fell, trying to chase after him and shouting t
A few moments before the commotion outside.Inside the room, Mr. Torrent appeared very pleased as he had successfully drugged Lyndsey, the woman he had been targeting for a long time.Seeing the woman who moments ago was strong and dignified now lying helpless, defenseless, and completely submissive, intensified his desire. How to put it, Mr. Torrent liked someone like her, appearing strong but ending up weak and whimpering beneath him, crying out for him.It made him feel satisfied, like he had tamed a wild animal.With a wide grin, he pulled out a camera. Skillfully adjusting the device, he placed it in a position that would clearly capture the image of the beautiful figure on the bed.He peeked to adjust the angle and murmured, "Nice!"Then he walked over to the bed.Daniel Torrent, or commonly known as Mr. Torrent, was the chairman of the Infinity Group, a prominent figure in Vanguard City with business interests spanning several fields. Moreover, he also had quite a few connectio
After defeating one by one the guards in front of the door, Morgan angrily attempted to open it. Earlier, he had checked the guard's trouser pockets and found no key, so he kicked the door open.His hands clenched tightly and trembled with anger.*Gently, Mr. Torrent stroked Lyndsey's cheek, but she turned her face away in disgust, avoiding his touch. As if the gentle caress were a knife aimed at her, ready to destroy her.However, Mr. Torrent was in a good mood, so he didn't take offense at her action, only tightening his grip on her soft jaw."Don't be too stubborn, your efforts will be in vain," he warned with a repulsive, tempting voice.Lyndsey stared at the face she once admired and praised for being better than her useless husband. However, she later realized that her husband was slightly better. At least he didn't humiliate her and treat her like a commodity that could be bought with a little profit.Moreover, Morgan always worried about her, although sometimes that attitude