Chapter 651 A Photo Sent by Saskia!
It wasn't Ryder who answered the phone—It was Saskia!
Sarah's heart sank like a stone.
Hadn't Ryder said he was busy with his delivery job? Why was he at Saskia's place?
"Who is this? How do you know my name?" came Saskia's puzzled voice from the other end of the line.
A flicker of anger curled through Sarah's chest, though her tone remained steady. "Where's Ryder? Put him on."
"Oh! Ryder was just feeding me chicken soup, but he accidentally spilled some on his clothes. He's in the bathroom taking a shower."
What? Feeding her soup? Taking a shower?
Sarah forced herself to sound composed, "Ms. Stewart, I'm aware of what's going on between you and Ryder. Let me give you some advice—drop whatever ideas you have. Ryder never belonged to you before, and he certainly won't in the present or future."
"Is that so?" Saskia's voice oozed confidence through the phone. "Oh, it's you—Ryder's wife! The fact that you're saying these things proves you're actually scared, doesn't it? Let me tell you something: a man's first love holds an irreplaceable position in his heart. What good is your pretty face when Ryder prefers the person I used to be?"
"And your point is?"
"As for you? I've done my research. You were a quiet, antisocial child who grew up to run a company—rigid and completely devoid of any charm! Ryder could never possibly like someone like you."
Sarah simply listened to Saskia's tirade before responding, "I hope you understand one thing, Ms. Stewart. In the relationship between Ryder and me, you're the third wheel."
"No, you are! Ryder and I share mutual feelings—true love is priceless. You're the one who inserted yourself into our relationship!"
With that, Saskia ended the call abruptly. She immediately deleted the call history and placed the phone back on the nightstand just as Ryder emerged from the bathroom.
Saskia looked him over. "Your clothes are all wrinkled. I had my favorite design studio send over an outfit—should be here in about ten minutes. You can wear that instead!"
"No need! I already rinsed this with water and blow-dried it. You should cancel that order for a refund. If there's nothing else, I should get going."
Saskia's eyes filled with longing. "I'm really sorry about earlier—spilling the soup all over you and delaying your delivery schedule."
Ryder grabbed his phone from the nightstand and slipped it into his pocket. "It's fine. I've delivered the dog to you, so I'll be on my way."
"Okay! Come here, Mike, say bye-bye to Daddy." Saskia picked up the dog and waved its front paws at Ryder in a goodbye gesture.
Ryder looked at Saskia and the dog, his expression hardening. "Give this dog a different name. And please stop with the 'Daddy' thing."
A flash of hurt crossed Saskia's eyes, but she nodded anyway. "Sure, whatever you say."
"Good. Take care of yourself."
The door closed behind him.
Alone on the hospital bed, Saskia's gentle facade vanished. Her gaze turned sharp and calculating: 'Ryder, you'll come back to me someday!'
Alfonso's death—she had executed it flawlessly. Even if the Weaver family investigated, the evidence was laid out perfectly. There wouldn't be any issues.
Her top priority now was finding a way to break up Ryder's marriage. This time, Saskia thought of Oliver from the Weaver family.
She remembered how three years ago, after she and Ryder broke up and she was forced to be with Alfonso, Alfonso had even made her spend time "entertaining" Oliver for a few days.
Since that day, she had become nothing more than a plaything for Aurora City's elite men, coming when called and leaving when dismissed.
However, during her time with Oliver, she had made sure to save his contact information. Now she sent him a full-body photo of Sarah and asked if he might be interested in this woman.
The photo had been shared from Ryder's phone earlier. Though Saskia was surprised and disappointed to find that Ryder's phone contained only one or two pictures of Sarah—no intimate boudoir photos or anything particularly spicy.
Fortunately, there was one somewhat alluring full-body shot.
That figure and face were even more captivating than those of female celebrities.
Saskia had to admit—Ryder's Sarah was stunningly beautiful. If she were a man, she wouldn't be able to help stealing extra glances.
And Oliver, being the playboy he was, would certainly be interested.
When the time came, Oliver could force himself on Sarah. What could Sarah do? She only ran a small company—how could she possibly stand against the Weaver family's influence? Impossible!
As for Ryder, he was just a delivery guy with no power or connections.
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Meanwhile, Oliver had just finished lunch with Patricia and Abigail.
He couldn't stand the sight of Abigail—it made him nauseous. In his dreams, his wife should have been at least as attractive as his mother Patricia had been in her youth!
But now? He had married this hideous woman! Once Abigail gave birth to his child, he would kick her out of the Weaver family.
"Oliver, stop right there. Take Abigail shopping this afternoon," Patricia commanded as Oliver stood to leave.
Oliver's face fell. "Mom, I just signed a contract with the Maple Group this morning. I'm exhausted! I want to rest this afternoon."
"Absolutely not! You must go! I know you too well—otherwise you'll just spend the afternoon at the arcade!" Patricia's tone grew stern.
"In the past, I could at least go out for drinks. If it weren't for this woman Abigail, would my entertainment options be this limited?"
With that, he stormed upstairs, still hearing Patricia gently comforting Abigail behind him.
Oliver was fuming! He kicked open the bedroom door and collapsed on the bed, covering his head with the blanket.
Abigail was so calculating. She had managed to get pregnant with his child while simultaneously destroying his ability to father any more children.
Now everyone in the Weaver family treated her as their only hope, and Oliver's position in the family had plummeted!
Just then, Oliver's phone chimed.
He pulled back the blanket and saw the photo Saskia had sent. His eyes immediately lit up as he stared at the picture.
The beauty in the photo wore a white nightgown, seemingly fresh from the bathroom. Even the oversized robe couldn't hide those delicate arms and legs, skin like cream—he desperately wanted to taste it!
And that face, like a lotus rising from the water—absolutely gorgeous!
Just from this single photo, Oliver felt a surge of excitement. In his mind, he was already having sex with the beauty in the photo. His blood rushed to one particular area!
Before this, whether Abigail or any other woman stood before him, his sexual organ wouldn't even stir. It would actually become increasingly limp.
But seeing this beauty in the photo—good Lord, his erectile tissue was filling with blood!
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