Chapter 630 He Got Played
Sean said, "When it comes to being president, you're way more capable than I am. You used to control half the power in the Rodriguez Group. My dad always said you have to give something to get something. You're not trying to use me, are you?"
'Of course,' Mars thought, though he kept a look of righteous indignation. "My goal is to take down Lawrence! This is a rare chance. You know how much I hate him. When I went to Lymington, he took my West Iron Group! When I got back, that bastard had already wormed his way into the Rodriguez family, and my godfather treated him like gold! Since then, I've had no status, and now I'm exiled. You know what that means. If I could still rise up and become president of the Rodriguez Group, I wouldn't be helping you at all."
Mars pretended to be angry, kicking over the dresser. In the loud crash, Sean saw his desperate helplessness.
Mars turned back, his eyes bloodshot, and said, "Sean, only you can bring down Lawrence now! I don't care who becomes president. Whoever can knock Lawrence down, I'll help them. I just want revenge!"
His seemingly sincere words made Sean's eyes flicker. Mars should definitely hate Lawrence to the core.
'Mars can't personally take on Lawrence anymore, but I have power and influence, so he wants to use me for revenge. The president's seat is mine anyway. This partnership is worth it,' Sean thought.
"Alright. I'll do it. Lawrence is too good. Only if he falls will people stop mocking me!"
"That's right! Sean, when you become president, don't forget about me." Mars smiled ingratiatingly.
This flattery made Sean very pleased. It seemed he was now the only one who could bring down Lawrence.
He frowned and said, "Mars, even though I can follow my dad into the lab, Jeremy's practically living there now. He doesn't leave for a second. What are we gonna do about that? We need a plan to get him out."
Mars just smiled mysteriously and called over a bodyguard, who showed a photo to Sean.
Sean's eyes widened at the sight of Jeremy holding a two-year-old girl with a woman beside him. "Who is this?"
"Looks like Jeremy's weak spot," Mars said coldly, his eyes gleaming with malice. "So don't worry. Just follow my lead to lure Jeremy into the trap. I need to get rid of Lawrence's assistant."
Sean shivered but, thinking of the Rodriguez Group within his reach, kept quiet and listened to the plan.
On the island.
Another ten days flew by.
Morning sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow on the messy bed where two people lay entwined.
Lawrence woke up, with Winnie still asleep in his arms. Last night's activities had worn her out, leaving marks on her brown skin, some old and some freshly imprinted by him. Though she had lost some weight, her face still held a captivating allure.
He smiled contentedly, wishing this life could go on forever.
Lawrence's deep gaze fell on her flat stomach under the blanket, as gentle as a calm sea.
He had been trying hard these days, spending almost every day with her.
They had conceived a child so easily before. This time, it should happen quickly too.
He gently tucked the blanket around her and got out of bed, but then his gaze froze.
He noticed bloodstains on the thighs of his white pants. Lawrence touched his thigh but found he wasn't injured.
Where did the blood come from?
Lawrence frowned and silently lifted the blanket, careful not to wake her. He saw a large red stain on her buttocks.
It was blood.
Even if he were clueless, he'd know this was probably her period.
But just ten days ago, she had bled for six days.
Now, she was bleeding again so soon.
Lawrence fell into deep thought, his eyes narrowing. In a flash of realization, he seemed to understand something.
His handsome face darkened instantly, and he stared intently at the peacefully sleeping Winnie.
Maybe she wasn't having her period last time.
Based on the current timing, the last time should have been her ovulation period.
The most fertile days!
But if she wasn't having her period last time, where did the blood for those six days come from?
Lawrence's gaze searched her body and suddenly landed on the wound on her arm from the day she fell off the reef.
He picked up her arm and examined it closely, finding that besides the deep wound from that day, there was also a shallow cut from a sharp object nearby.
In an instant, he understood everything.
From beginning to end, she had been deceiving him.
On the most fertile days, she had meticulously planned to use 'blood' to avoid him.
She had treated him like a fool, deceiving him for so many days.
Winnie woke up and quickly noticed a slight pain in her lower abdomen.
As a woman, she was all too familiar with this sensation—she had her period.
She quickly got up, reached behind her, and felt a wet spot. Damn, she had stained her pants.
Winnie promptly checked the pristine white bed sheets and found stains there too!
Fortunately, no one was beside her. She hoped Lawrence wouldn't notice.
But this couldn't be hidden. Her period would last several days, and he would want to be with her every day. Her mind raced, thinking of reasons for an early period.
As a doctor, she could come up with many reasons.
Winnie relaxed a bit, pondering as she walked to the bathroom to take a shower.
Suddenly, she saw a tall shadow sitting on the sofa connected to the bathroom and dressing room. Lawrence's profile was shrouded in the dim morning light, making it impossible to read the depth of his eyes.
His long legs were crossed, and a cigarette was between his fingers, making his knuckles look elegant. The hazy smoke circled his sharp jaw.
Among his exquisite features, Winnie felt a chilling aura piercing her.
Lawrence slowly turned his head, staring at her with a gaze as sharp as blades.
In that instant, Winnie's heart skipped a beat.
After being together for so long, even a slight change in his gaze could give her a bad feeling.
She stiffly looked at him, her hand instinctively covering her backside.
Lawrence chuckled lightly, extinguished the cigarette, and stood up, towering over her. His eyes were like frozen but shattered ice. "You have your period."
Winnie's eyes trembled.
Lawrence took out a razor and showed it to her. "Last time, you used this to cut your arm and drip blood on your pants for six days. Then, to cover the wound, you deliberately fell off the reef. You went to great lengths to deceive me, my dear wife."
Winnie's face turned pale, her trembling eyelashes lowered. He had found out so quickly. Since that was the case, she had nothing to explain.
After all, it was the truth.
"Why?" Lawrence's anger surged as he grabbed her frail shoulders. "You took advantage of my affection and indulgence these days to toy with me. You hurt yourself just to avoid me. Darling, you truly are my wife, with a mind and means as ruthless as mine. But you used them on the wrong person!"
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