Free Web NovelChapter 408: Chapter 405: Get Rid of Her, Who Can Stop Him
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out in her high heels, leaving the middle-aged man behind. He clutched his jaw and face, seething with pain, still clueless as to the identity of the masked woman who had just struck him. ’What an unlucky start to the day!’
She arrived at the door of Room 666.
She rang the doorbell. The door opened quickly, revealing a pitch-black room.
Suddenly, a beam of light switched on, illuminating a scantily clad man with his back to her.
"Not a bad figure."
Zoe Ellsworth closed the door behind her and walked inside.
Then, she sat down and crossed her legs. "Hey, handsome. Weren’t you going to dance? Get to it."
A faint smile played on her lips as she looked at the figure before her. She almost burst out laughing—that body was a little too familiar.
’You think you can play games with me? I’ll play you into the ground.’
The man kept his back to her as his clothes gradually came off, piece by piece, until he was completely naked.
"You know, your dancing is pretty good, but it does absolutely nothing for me. Why don’t you just pack it in and go home?"
The man froze. His chest heaved rapidly, as if he was furious.
Finally, he turned around to face her.
"Zoe Ellsworth, I dare you to say that again!" he snarled, slowly advancing on her.
Zoe Ellsworth was surprised the jerk had recognized her so quickly. She took off her mask, revealing her delicate face.
"Mr. Hawthorne, could you please show a little more self-respect in front of a lady? This... isn’t a good look, is it?" she said, her eyes raking over his body.
"Why would I need self-respect in front of you? That stuff is worthless here." He sat on her lap, his hands moving to unbutton her clothes.
"Your hands... don’t get so... grabby..."
He actually stopped, reaching for a large glass of liquor on the table and handing it to her. "Drink this."
"I’m not drinking."
"If you won’t drink it, then I won’t be so polite." With one hand, he forced her lips apart and poured the glass of high-proof liquor into her mouth.
Zoe Ellsworth choked and started cursing up a storm.
"Are you insane?!"
"If it hadn’t been me who came in tonight, what would you have done?" he asked, looking at her. "I’m asking you. Are you that desperate for a man? I can keep you company. Am I not as good as those other men?"
Her mouth opened and closed. "You are," she said. "Of course you are. Your family background, looks, education, charisma, money... you’re far better than any of them. But... I don’t want you. No matter how good you are, I don’t want you."
"Is it just because we used to be married? Zoe Ellsworth, if you want to play games, I’m the only one you’re allowed to play with. Don’t even think about other men."
Zoe Ellsworth closed her eyes, not wanting to say more. Her head was spinning. "I think I’m drunk. I’m sleepy... I want to sleep."
He slowly stood up, then yanked her jeans down, pulling one of her legs out of the pant leg.
When he looked at her face again, she was already asleep.
He knelt on the sofa, lifted her leg, leaned down, and kissed her forehead.
「The next day」
Media outlets from all corners scrambled to report on the wedding of Harrowin’s Supreme Leader, Lillian Bancroft, and the new First Lady, Quinn Sullivan.
The entire nation celebrated.
Quinn Sullivan sat at her vanity, dressed in the national attire of Harrowin. Her hair was styled into a bun, with her bangs neatly arranged across her forehead, giving her a festive and joyful appearance.
The Sullivan Family never in their wildest dreams imagined that Quinn Sullivan would become the First Lady.
Her parents were simple fruit vendors who didn’t earn much each day. Quinn Sullivan was their only child. Although their life was ordinary, they always managed to get by. Their daughter didn’t always make them proud and was constantly getting into trouble, but Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan still doted on her.
When the betrothal gifts were suddenly delivered, the sheer value of the items and the bride price left her parents utterly stunned.
Mrs. Sullivan hadn’t slept a wink all night, instead giving Quinn Sullivan a last-minute crash course on how to behave.
Although she didn’t expect her to remember everything, she hoped at least some of it would sink in.
Before long, it was time for the groom’s procession to arrive.
Mrs. Sullivan sat down beside Quinn again and said, "Quinn, dear... your father and I... we gave you a name that means ’little money,’ just hoping you’d bring us a little fortune. But you’ve brought us an enormous one, completely unexpectedly, and it makes us very anxious. The Imperial Palace isn’t like our home, where you can do whatever you please. It’s full of rules. You absolutely must watch what you say and do, understand?"
"Alright, Mom, I’ve heard you say this at least thirty times now. If not for myself, I’ll be careful for you and Dad. Don’t worry."
Hearing this, Mrs. Sullivan nodded, feeling a little more at ease.
"You’re suddenly getting married... Mom’s heart feels so heavy. After raising you all these years... you silly girl, always up to no good, you’ve made your father and me worry ourselves sick. You have to come back and visit us often in the future." As Mrs. Sullivan spoke, she began to cry.
Quinn Sullivan nodded, her voice softening. "Mom, it’s a happy day. Why are you crying? I’ll come back to see you often."
Just then, the wedding procession arrived to pick up the bride.
Mrs. Sullivan quickly stood up to straighten Quinn Sullivan’s clothes, waiting for Lillian Bancroft to enter.
Seeing the Supreme Leader in person, Quinn’s parents felt an indescribable nervousness.
"Your... Your Excellency... Our Quinn can be willful. We ask for your patience with her," Mr. Sullivan stammered.
"Father-in-law, there’s no need to be so formal. You can just call me by my name from now on. Quinn... she is so... lovely..." He subconsciously glanced at her, his gaze holding a hidden meaning. "I will be good to her."
At his words, Mr. Sullivan nodded. "Let’s go."
Once in the car, Quinn Sullivan waved to her parents from the window as the wedding motorcade departed. A large crowd had gathered to watch. Even distant relatives who normally paid the Sullivan Family no mind were now being exceptionally friendly.
"There are so many people."
Lillian Bancroft glanced at her. "I’m the one getting married. It’s only natural for there to be a large crowd. It would be strange if there wasn’t."
Quinn Sullivan instinctively shut her mouth. Seated next to the ultimate big boss, how could she not be cautious?
’If he got upset and decided to just... *off* me, who could possibly stop him?’
The wedding ceremony proceeded, step by step, until it was finally over. The whole day was utterly exhausting.
The two had just returned to their bedroom to rest when a subordinate came to report.
"Your Excellency, an express delivery has arrived from the Ellsworth Family in Fravia. Would you like to see it?"
Quinn Sullivan paused, mid-sip of her tea. She turned to look at him. A moment of silence fell over his handsome face before he spoke. "Bring it in."
The door opened, and the package was placed carefully on the table.
He reached out, picked it up, and tore open the seal.
His gaze was focused as his hand pulled out a camera and a sheet of paper.
He unfolded the letter. The handwriting was familiar.
It was from Chloe Marshall.
It was only a few short sentences, but reading them softened his heart: "Silly, I heard you got married, and I’m truly happy for you. Dorothy said she still wants to call you ’Papa.’ Ethan and I were thinking... would you be willing to be Dorothy’s godfather?"
He put down the letter and turned on the camera. There was a long video recording on it.
He pressed play. Dorothy Ellsworth appeared on the screen, sitting on a sofa and clutching a photo of herself with Lillian Bancroft.
"Papa!" Her voice was so loud that Quinn Sullivan, standing to the side, heard it crystal clear.
