Chapter 528 I Want to Go Back to My Country Too
Audrey's jaw dropped, totally speechless. Those words hit her right in the feels!
She and Keith? Yeah, they were cut from the same cloth. No point in pretending in front of someone so self-centered.
Audrey started thinking about her own game plan. She shot back, "You got nothing to back that up. How do I know you're not just blowing smoke?"
Both of them were shady; their words were as solid as quicksand.
Keith had seen this question coming. He whipped out a document from his pocket and said, "Check this out."
Audrey scanned the document, her disbelief growing. No way she could believe what she was seeing! But the clues were all there. No wonder Ryan acted the way he did. This document made everything click.
Audrey didn't know what her next move should be but changed her tone, "So, what do you want me to do?"
Keith, all casual, said, "Just play along at the wedding."
Then, he stacked two reports together, and with a flick of his windproof lighter, turned the papers to ashes, dumping them in the trash.
After Keith bounced, Audrey sat on the bed, a cold sweat breaking out on her back. She started questioning her obsession. If Francis lost his status, would she still be into him? Audrey couldn't tell if she loved him for who he was or for the power he had thanks to the Getty Group.
Staring at the smoldering ashes in the trash, Audrey made up her mind. She texted Keith: [I'll play ball, but I want twenty percent of the Getty Group's shares.]
Clearly, twenty percent was more tempting than being Francis's wife.
Soon, a reply buzzed in: [Deal.]
Audrey gripped her phone tight and called Arthur, who was chilling on Emerald Isle. Audrey said, "Arthur, I've wired the money. I want the Charleses to take Harper out after the wedding, no matter what."
Arthur chuckled darkly, "You hate Harper that much?"
"It's not hate. As long as she's around, I can't breathe."
Audrey blamed all her bad luck on Harper. She could've been pregnant with Francis's kid and become a rightful Mrs. Getty. After that, no matter what Francis's status was, she would've wiped out any obstacles for them, leaving no room for Keith.
But because of Harper, all of that was just a pipe dream.
Audrey had been head over heels for twenty years. Could she not love Francis? But she loved power and control even more. Maybe she could control Francis in another way, instead of being under his thumb.
Just like how she'd still give him the antidote even if she knew he couldn't be saved. She wanted him to be a living dead, stuck with her. As Keith said, if she couldn't have it, she'd rather destroy it than let someone else take it.
Hatred boiled in Audrey's heart, "Arthur, I just want her gone."
Emerald Isle.
Arthur suddenly got real curious about Harper, the girl Audrey hated so much.
The kicker was Harper was Elodie's daughter. He'd seen a photo once, just a quick glance, but he remembered she looked a lot like Elodie.
How much charm did Harper have to make Francis, the genius heir of the Getty Group, so head over heels?
Arthur had his guys pull up a video of Harper. He glanced at it, and his eyes popped wide open. The lively girl in the video was a whole different vibe from the photo. That gorgeous face, with the glow of youth, was even more stunning than Elodie's.
Besides being a knockout, Harper's slight eyelash movements had this weirdly familiar feel, like a past-life connection, hitting Arthur right in the soul.
For a split second, Arthur's ice-cold heart melted, but just for a second. When he remembered Harper was Elodie's kid with another dude, he wanted to rip her apart!
Behind him, Elodie's footsteps made Arthur jump. He didn't have time to close the video before Elodie asked, "Arthur, who's this girl?"
Arthur, instead of shutting it down, showed the video to Elodie, letting her get a good look. "This is my buddy's daughter," he said, all cool.
Elodie covered her mouth in surprise, "Your buddy's daughter is already this grown?"
Her eyes stayed glued to the video, full of admiration, "She's so beautiful. Her eyes look like they have the moon in them, really stunning."
Arthur watched Elodie's face closely but couldn't read anything. Elodie was all about the beauty.
Arthur casually tossed the phone aside and smirked, "Like those eyes?"
"Yeah, they're really beautiful."
Arthur wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her onto his lap, and said intimately, "If you like them, I'll have someone dig them out for you as a toy."
"W...what?" Elodie's eyes widened, her face going pale with fear, looking so pitiful it made him want to mess with her.
Seeing the fine hairs on her arms stand up, Arthur realized she was genuinely scared and stopped teasing her, saying lightly, "So timid. I was just joking."
Arthur pinched her chin and kissed her, "If you like them, we'll have one ourselves."
Hearing this, Elodie's face turned even paler, and she weakly said, "Arthur, stop joking."
This position was really uncomfortable, and Elodie tried to push him away. But Arthur's big hand tightened around her waist, locking her in place, his voice rough, "Elodie, I am serious this time."
With that, he pressed Elodie onto the sofa, his lips capturing hers, prying them open aggressively.
Elodie struggled like crazy, but her strength, weakened by years of illness, was no match for the well-trained Arthur. She was kissed until she couldn't breathe, her hands flailing to hit him, her voice breaking, "Arthur."
Arthur kissed her until he was satisfied, then gave her a bit of space to breathe, but still held her tight. Elodie was forced to snuggle in Arthur's arms, unable to move, "Arthur, you can't do this."
"Why? Didn't I tell you, we've already done everything intimate, huh?"
Arthur was born with a strong possessive streak. Whether Elodie was truly amnesiac or faking it, if he wanted something, he'd make it happen. Plus, during Elodie's coma, he'd kept his desires in check for so long, how could he hold back now?
Arthur bent his fingers, unbuttoning Elodie's nightgown one by one. Her skin, tinged with a rosy hue, looked even more tempting.
Arthur's voice was rough, "You've been up and about for days now. I asked the doc, it's all good to go..."
Elodie was horrified, trembling as she clutched her collar, "Arthur, no. Dr. Cane will be here soon."
Arthur unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor, showing off his chiseled abs, looking strong as ever. "It's fine." He leaned down, his lean forearm lifting her slender leg, and said in a husky voice, "We've got time. Let's get it on right here."
The private doc, Elara Cane, had been waiting outside the hall for a while. The appointment was supposed to be at three in the afternoon, but time had passed, and the bedroom door stayed shut.
She could faintly hear Elodie's soft gasps and Arthur's low, coaxing voice. The intimate sounds made Elara's ears burn red.
The sofa area was a mess, with Arthur's shirt and belt, and Elodie's silk nightgown, all crumpled and tossed on the floor. The scene screamed of a wild encounter.
Elara, having had a boyfriend before, naturally knew what the two inside were up to. She just didn't expect someone as cold as Arthur to be whispering, "Baby, come on. One more time, okay?"
Finally, after another hour, the door creaked open. Arthur came out, his freshly washed hair still wet. Seeing Elara, he said flatly, "After the treatment, check her down there too. See why she keeps saying it hurts."
Elara blushed. Arthur's words were blunt as ever. She nodded, stepping aside to let Arthur leave first, then went in.
Even though the room had been tidied up, the lingering scent of their intimacy was still in the air. In the middle of the soft bed, the beautiful Elodie lay on her stomach, her back to the light, showing off her perfectly curved back.
Her back was covered in bruises, like someone had gripped her tightly. Elara knew these marks; they looked bad but weren't too serious.
Elara first checked the wound in her private area. As soon as Elodie spread her legs, she couldn't help but hiss in pain. Elara quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
Elodie frowned, "No..."
Elara knew it must hurt a lot; it looked painful to her.
The wound was purely a tear, no need to guess. It was all because Arthur had been too rough during their lovemaking. Elara felt a bit sorry for Elodie and gently said, "Hang in there, I'll be careful."
In fact, Elara had always had a good impression of Elodie. Last time, Elara accidentally made a mistake, causing some bleeding, Elodie gently propped her head with her bleeding hand, covering the bloodstain, pretending to be unwell, and fooled Arthur.
Later, when Elara expressed her gratitude, Elodie gently said it was nothing. They even chatted about their hometowns, and the two had a pleasant conversation.
To distract from the pain, Elodie started chatting with Elara again. But their way of chatting was special. They wrote on paper, one sentence at a time, and the paper would disappear when it touched water.
This was Elodie's idea to prevent Arthur from noticing anything.
Elodie curiously asked: [Elara, why do you work as a doctor for Arthur?]
Elara sighed and wrote with downcast eyes: [Because if I don't come, my father will. He's old and prone to mistakes.]
Her father was from Emerald Isle. Elara had been learning medicine from her father since she was a child. Her mother was from Dreamlandia. They met when her father went to Dreamlandia, and later, she was born.
After marriage, her father brought her mother and her back to his hometown. The situation here was complex, with each major family having their own territories. A slight misstep could be fatal.
But for her loving parents, being together was happiness. Her father was tired of the lawlessness in Emerald Isle and had long decided that once her grandfather passed away, he would take them to live in Dreamlandia. Compared to Emerald Isle, Dreamlandia was a paradise to live in.
Who knew, Arthur's previous doctor died mysteriously, and someone recommended Elara's father, who was skilled in medicine. Facing Arthur's summons, Elara's father dared not refuse and even made arrangements for Elara's mother in case of his death.
Hearing her father's instructions to her mother, Elara couldn't calm down. Early the next morning, she bravely went to Arthur's place and volunteered. With her excellent medical skills, she impressed Arthur and was kept on. Only then did she inform her parents.
Her parents were furious and wanted to send Elara back to Dreamlandia, but Elara didn't want to be a deserter. Elara said she was young and smart, better able to handle crises than her father. Besides, if Arthur targeted them, people like them without any background wouldn't be safe even if they escaped to Dreamlandia.
Elodie looked at her gently and wrote a line: [Elara, do you want to go back to your country?]
This question hit Elara's heart. Elara wrote with a buzzing nose: [Wanting is useless.]
Every private doctor's term with Arthur was three years. Few survived the three years; many didn't even make it that long.
Elodie's eyelashes fluttered: [Dr. Cane, if you want to go back, I can help you.]
Elara's eyes widened: [Why?]
She didn't understand why Elodie wanted to help her.
Elodie quickly wrote on the paper: [I want to go back too, because I...]
She paused, not writing about missing her child, and continued: [I miss my hometown.]
Elara asked, [Mr. Hernandez won't let you go?]
Elodie nodded, her elegant handwriting showing a strong determination: [Do you trust me?]
Elara, feeling dazed, nodded.
Elodie continued: [You help me buy a certain medicine, but make sure Arthur doesn't find out it was you who bought it.]
Otherwise, with Arthur's suspicious nature, he would immediately suspect Elodie was sending some signal.
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