Chapter 148 Do you want to die at the hands of a madman, or listen to me obediently?
Around 6 p.m., Violet Devereux arrived in a New York's opulent restaurant, lavishly decorated with glittering chandeliers and golden grandeur, located on the top floor, to meet Aiden as planned.
She carried the $50,000 LV bag he had given her, which sparked a certain bemused look in Aiden's eyes as he sat near the window, dressed to the nines in sharp attire, seemingly exuding the air of a gentleman.
So, it goes to show... Are there any women in this world who don’t yearn for vanity?
A woman, so the thought goes, will fall into bed with you for designer bags, clothes, or even a car.
The New York belle, the heiress of the Devereux family.
And now here she was, groveling before him all for the sake of a $50,000 bag.
The more Aiden looked at her, the more thrilled he felt. The idea of having his way with the once haughty Miss Devereux of the illustrious family was too tempting.
The thought of it must be exhilarating, right?
As Violet Devereux approached, a sleazy grin began to spread across Aiden's lean face.
By the time Violet took a seat in front of him, the predatory gleam in his eyes was unrestrained, as if he was ready to tear off her clothes and have his way with her the very next second.
But, of course, there was no rush.
Aiden knew how to play the long game with women.
Good things come to those who wait.
So, with feigned courtesy, he poured Violet Devereux a glass of juice and asked, “Ms. Devereux, what would you like?”
“Mr. White, I didn’t come here actually wanting to dine with you,” Violet replied coldly, without a hint of affection.
She found Aiden even more repulsive than Brady Hall.
Perhaps because, though Brady was domineering, he had self-discipline and wasn't promiscuous.
And at the moment, he was irritating her as well.
But Aiden's reputation was notorious.
He enjoyed toying with women, using twisted methods.
Anyone who got involved with him ended up half destroyed.
So, Violet was even more resistant to any association with someone as twisted as him.
“What do you mean, Ms. Devereux?” Aiden furrowed his brows, not quite grasping her implication.
“I’m returning this LV bag to you,” Violet said as she pushed the designer item across the table toward Aiden. “Please, Mr. White, don’t send me anything else. I won’t accept it.”
Aiden had never before met a woman genuinely indifferent to money.
Interest sparked in his eyes as he smiled with a hint of amusement, “Ms. Devereux, you have quite the personality. Makes me wonder if your ex-fiancé was blind to let you go. Why don't you become my girlfriend? I'd take good care of you.”
Violet’s lips tightened. She didn’t want anyone.
“Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. White,” she said after a brief pause, ready to leave. “I should be going now.”
“Try walking out and see what happens!” Aiden’s mood swung wildly—his history of playing harsh with women made him quick to threat. Clenching his teeth, he warned Violet, “Do you think you can just bail on my dinner invitation that easily, Ms. Devereux?”
His tone was fierce as he spoke.
Startled, Violet Devereux instinctively clutched her bag, wanting no part of this creep. "Mr. White..." Her words were cut short as a warm hand rested on her shoulder, followed by the familiar scent of tobacco.
A faint trace of mint.
Whipping around, Violet's eyes widened in shock.
Brady Hall?
What was he doing here?
Her gaze fixed on him in astonishment, Brady glanced at her, then assertively took a seat next to her, his hand moving from her shoulder to encircle her slender waist.
Facing Aiden with a domineering stare, he said, "Mr. White, what’s the special occasion that leads you to dine with my lady?"
Brady Hall's lady?
Aiden froze, his dark brows knitting together in confusion. What the hell was going on?
He was clueless about this development.
"Mr. Hall..." Violet felt uncomfortable in his hold and certainly didn't appreciate being claimed as his woman. She started to object, but Brady seemed to anticipate her protest. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear with suggestive intimacy right in front of Aiden, "Would you rather die at the hands of a freak like him, or smarten up and listen to me? Your choice."
Her choice? Neither.
But for now, Aiden was the bigger threat, so she let Brady nibble on her earlobe, suppressing the shiver his bite elicited, and remained silent.
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