Chapter 297 You Want to Fuck Me
Calla ignored his self-pity and plopped down on the couch, pouring herself a glass of water.
"Where are your servants? Why's the place so empty?"
"Ever since you left the Thomas Group, no one's been willing to lend me money. How could I afford to keep them?"
Calla froze, her hand mid-air with the glass. "What did you say? What about your company?"
Toby hung his head. "Jennifer said her company needed a lot of funds to go public, so I sold my company and gave her all the money. She gives me a monthly allowance to cover household expenses."
A chill ran through Calla's heart, and her voice trembled. "Dad, you gave all our money to that shameless woman?"
Toby slumped on the couch, covering his face with his hands, his voice muffled. "She promised to marry me. Then her money would be my money. I checked, her company is worth billions."
Calla collapsed into a chair. "Dad, you fool! How could you fall for that?"
Toby retorted. "Don't lecture me. Didn't you do the same? You gave Jennifer the $2 billion Michael gave you."
Calla's face turned as white as a sheet. "That was because I needed to team up with her to fight a common enemy."
Toby scoffed. "A common enemy? You mean Elizabeth? Calla, you're so naive! She's Jennifer's enemy, not yours! You've been used! Elizabeth never intended to go after you. You've trapped yourself in this mess!"
Calla, already impatient, snapped. "Enough! Stop talking! What do we do now? Without money, are we going to end up on the streets?"
Toby sighed. "Jennifer's disgraceful actions are now public knowledge. I can't continue with her. We'll take legal action and see if we can get any money back."
Calla, nearly in despair. "We'll take whatever we can get."
Toby then suggested, "The environment here isn't suitable for us, Calla. You should come back to Valoria with me. I have more influence there, and we still have business operations. We can start over and won't starve."
Calla leaned back, defeated. "What a mess. We'll see."
"Forget about Jennifer for now. What's going on with you and Anthony? He's young, but that's all he has. Compared to Michael, he's nothing. What are you thinking? Giving up someone as perfect as Michael for Anthony? Does he have any redeeming qualities? Are you crazy? Have you been so neglected all these years that you're desperate for love?"
Calla's expression turned icy and fierce, as if a wound had been exposed. She stood up. "I don't meddle in your affairs, so don't pretend to care about mine. Stay out of my business!"
She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
On the weekend.
In the yard of Whispering Pines Estates, Sarah and David were starting a fire.
Louis was preparing the barbecue ingredients. He wore an apron and stood at the counter, focused on slicing the meat.
Elizabeth watched him from a distance.
Louis was always disciplined, maintaining a great physique. He was tall, with long, straight legs.
His hands were skilled enough for medical experiments and delicate enough to slice thin pieces of meat.
She wondered which girl would catch his eye. He wasn't getting any younger; why hadn't he found someone to marry and start a family?
Elizabeth shook her head, sighing for him. The doorbell rang. She looked up and saw Michael.
Her face lit up with excitement.
She hadn't even stepped off the porch when Louis had already removed his gloves and walked over to open the door.
Eloise walked in, smiling slightly at him. "Thanks, Louie."
Louis was momentarily stunned.
Abroad, in Emily's lab, his juniors called him "Louis."
Only Elizabeth called him "Louie," as if it was her special name for him.
Eloise, seeing his lack of response, asked timidly. "Did I say something wrong? I heard Elizabeth call you that."
Louis snapped out of it. "Sorry, Eloise. It's just a name. Elizabeth calls me that because I'm her senior and we're quite close. My juniors abroad call me Louis."
Eloise understood. "I'll call you Louis then. Louis."
Louis nodded. "Eloise, please come in."
Michael had already walked over to Elizabeth. He leaned in and whispered. "What made you invite me and Eloise over this time?"
Elizabeth, munching on an apple, mumbled. "Eloise has recovered a lot. You can't keep her cooped up in the villa all the time. She needs to gradually interact with people and adapt to social life. Otherwise, what's the point of you going to great lengths to find someone to perform surgery on her?"
Michael smiled. "You know exactly what I'm thinking. But my circle is full of men, not the best for her to interact with. Your place is more suitable. Thank you for inviting her. I hope you can invite her over more often."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him and walked into the kitchen.
Michael followed her. "Did you invite me to thank me by cooking for me?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes again. "Even my mom hasn't tasted my cooking."
"Do you even know how to cook?"
Elizabeth took another bite of her apple. "I know how to eat."
Michael shook his head with a smile. "Then why are you in the kitchen? Planning to poison me?"
"I'm showing you around."
Michael, incredulous, pointed at himself. "Showing me around? You mean you want me to cook?"
Elizabeth looked at him and nodded. "Yeah. Why not?"
Michael laughed, his smile relaxed and natural. Elizabeth had never seen him smile like that, so warm and inviting. She was momentarily dazed.
Michael had already taken off his watch and tossed it to her. "Hold this for me."
He rolled up his sleeves and started washing his hands.
Elizabeth stuffed his watch into her pocket and leaned against the door, watching him.
Under the running water, his hands were strong and defined.
Those hands had held her face countless times, roamed her skin, and entered her body.
Elizabeth quickly stood up straight and shook her head hard.
What was she fantasizing about in broad daylight? What nonsense was she thinking?
Michael was already beside her, his sleeve brushing her arm.
His voice was full of temptation. "Elizabeth, with that look on your face, it makes me think..."
Elizabeth stopped chewing her apple, her big eyes fixed on him. "Think what?"
He leaned closer to her reddening ear, his breath warm on her neck. "I think you want to fuck me."
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